我像是一颗棋 进退任由你决定 我不是你眼中唯一将领 却是不起眼的小兵 When slaves are forced into the corner, 我像是一颗棋子 来去全不由自己 举手无回你从不曾犹豫 我却受控在你手里 The lowest lifeform will overthrow the Emperor..
What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
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