Seems like I’ve come barefoot The magical night runs from the east
As tiny as bugs As hot as flares
On the way of beautiful days In the sticking unbalanced night
As I get the needle of beautiful voice wet with tears silently
On the way of beautiful days With the sticking unbalanced meaning
Get the needle of beautiful voice wet with tears silently
From our meaningless and countless scars
From our tear stain Trembling with bad words
Stabbed with black silent casual conversations and now
It hurts You look like a needle
On the way of beautiful days In the sticking unbalanced blue
As I get all the needle of voice wet with tears silently
On the way of beautiful days With the sticking unbalanced meaning
Get the needle of beautiful voice wet with the tears silently
From our meaningless and countless scars
From our tear stain Trembling with bad words
Stabbed with angels and unseemly hopeless conversation and now
Now this cheek with tears flowing will all all
All
Winter Snow it gets wet and melt You and the night and the spring
I run Your sweat begins to rush into the summer
Winter Snow it gets wet and melts You and the night and the spring
I run Your sweat begins to rush into the summer
Rushing
Rushing