[one]
Rotation,
Re-spins,
ntil you met,
Back to short and you better days.
[two]
However, I give up a lot of
Abandoned
Flower water river rain tree air
And my world little bit of chop suey
Complicated confusion that secular dust
I am far left
Leaving only
Imprinted in my mind that the pure
[three]
Back to the dream
Open yarn, cloth opened
Aging burned
Results
Was found hidden in the bottom of my heart
I do not want to express that secret
Sweet and carefully
Pathetique and the beautiful
Oh I was also so warm the world.
[four]
Not to wait for you to come back
But
Find an excuse not to leave
[five]
Not deceive ourselves
Weak and the suffering of grief into a huge tangled web
To my heart tightened and wrapped tightly with the traction
Re-ran
Let me remember where the body subjected to torture
[six]
Final
I yield the
Choose sitting on the train to find the lost memories
Only
An unrealistic fantasy.