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Farewell (I'm Sorry II)

No, I'm not sorry...
Yes, the knight is dead, but it's not me who killed him...
The knight is dead, but yet a zombie is there, half dead, half alive...
Another zombie, living with the others, drowning there in the mire...

Yes, I'm sorry, but for you. No more for me...
Gave you my hand but you refused my help...
I think I was wrong, you always belonged there, but I couldn't get it...
Keep drowning...Take others with you, but not me...

Goodbye, farewell dear, you have always been so special to me...
And you know, whenever you need me, you will find me there for you...

Now, I have to say, I got to go...
Got to catch that train, won't wait for you anymore...
I have to run, or I'll miss it...And maybe I'll regret that all my lifetime...

You will always remain here, in my heart...
Will pray for you, maybe you find someone to pull you out, and catch the next train!!

Wish you peace...
Wish you love...
Wish you happiness...
Wish you success, now, and ever after...

Farewell...
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