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the confession of you, one I've yet to even see cakes on like an earsore... your dazzling virtual image, pops into my mind then out again... the confession of you, who I've yet to even see reverberates at the back of my skull... your dazzling virtual image I grasp at, but gets away from me... oh my dear 'crescent moon', I won't let you go again... "I don't care if our love is impossible just shining upon the moon makes the sun... " binding your hands... Lalala... Translated By: Brian Stewart & Takako Sakuma