A yellow light old old Time did not utter a sound beside the stuffy
Lonely start with no sense of proportion
Do not understand the severity of the sub -
Support leapfrog strange silence Early hours of the evening quietly watching
Your shadow out of balance slowly sinking
Darkness has been hovering in the air, I can not see where to
Perhaps Love in a dream the other side of Will not survive in the real space
Want to return to the past, trying to hold you in my arms Shyness of the face with a little childish
Want to see your world, like the picture in your dreams
Will be able to rely on together as long as the feeling of sweet
Want to return to the past, trying to make the story continues At least not let you away from me
The attention of the diversion of time
This will hold even tighter
This is not too late to retain do not know the trip to Would like to return to the past
Thoughts constantly blocking the memories of playing Blind pursuit is still empty
Gray night of sleep and do not know where to hide
Alone has been lying on the side turned around a
Support leapfrog strange silence Early hours of the evening quietly watching
Your shadow out of balance slowly sinking
Would like to return to the past ...
Lonely start with no sense of proportion
Do not understand the severity of the sub -
Support leapfrog strange silence Early hours of the evening quietly watching
Your shadow out of balance slowly sinking
Darkness has been hovering in the air, I can not see where to
Perhaps Love in a dream the other side of Will not survive in the real space
Want to return to the past, trying to hold you in my arms Shyness of the face with a little childish
Want to see your world, like the picture in your dreams
Will be able to rely on together as long as the feeling of sweet
Want to return to the past, trying to make the story continues At least not let you away from me
The attention of the diversion of time
This will hold even tighter
This is not too late to retain do not know the trip to Would like to return to the past
Thoughts constantly blocking the memories of playing Blind pursuit is still empty
Gray night of sleep and do not know where to hide
Alone has been lying on the side turned around a
Support leapfrog strange silence Early hours of the evening quietly watching
Your shadow out of balance slowly sinking
Would like to return to the past ...
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