The origin song:
Approximate translation:
Let the fog pass
Of my ghostly days
Let the dope fill me
If only I wouldn't think about her
After all, you're not around
And I feel uneasy
After all, I can't find you
In the faceless crowd
Blue smoke
Blue smoke
Swirls above me
In a thin strip
Forever with me, I'm with him
Love dies
The syringe breaks
But probably no one will know
How I fall prostrate
Resentment in my thoughts
How cruel fate is
And around there's only smoke
And emptiness
Best regards
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