Per Ardua Ad Astra
Altiora Petamus
Volente Deo, Lucete Stellae.
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´õ ³ôÀº °ÍÀ» ã°Ô ÇϼҼ.
½ÅÀÇ ¶æ´ë·Î, º°µéÀÌ¿© ºû³ª¶ó.
I prayed that you might be saved
and took every breath with me in the leafy shade.
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»ì¾Æ ¼û½¬°Ô ÇØ ´Þ¶ó°í ±âµµÇß´Ù.
I cried out in pain, "Please Save Us"
Si Nos Amas, Serva Nos.
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We'll get used to this hoax that our love made
when the moon comes out to watch the bright day light die.
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±× ¶© ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀÌ ¸¸µç ÀÌ °ÅÁþ¸»¿¡ ¿ì¸° Àͼ÷ÇØÁö°ÚÁö.
Hopefully you'll get used to my hugs and good-byes
when my love falls out of the sky as mournful rain.
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±× ¶© ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ÀÛº°À» °íÇÏ´Â Æ÷¿Ë¿¡ Àͼ÷ÇØÁö±æ ¹Ù¶ó.
Per Ardua Ad Astra.
¿ª°æÀ» ÇìÄ¡°í º°À» ÇâÇØ¦¡.
Bye bye, my doleful aria.
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