Oh Jezebel, I beg your pardon.
All the efforts made is eventually in vain.
I can't find someone by chance just because of the feeling of something new.
Oh Jezebel,
you and I both know the taste of the bitter betrayal made more than 2,000 years ago.
You betrayed him, such a treachery.
In the end we all abandoned our own will, didn't we?
In the end we are not that different.
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