She was the first woman I loved deeply, with a gentle glance across her gentle body.
I seem to have touched her soul. Nervous, clamor, ignorance, pride.
This is me. It's a true self.

No matter how camouflaged, he could not escape his eagle-like eyes.
Sharp to my heart, my heart beating violently, for you.

For you have seen through my heart, through my soul, to the hypocrisy of my heart. I became a child.
Happily, jumping, making noise, shouting, crying. No more masks.

Wouldn't I be happier. Aah! aah! But in the face of hypocrisy and others, the mask must not be worn.
As long as you don't come down then.

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