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Flower, please don't wither. No music is unending
One person in reluctantly laughing. I remember those days
This city is just a little bit familiar
Not as bad as they say
We continue to beat the way that stops
This way, this way... I'm still here
Our city of light is still vague
Our hearts hide from the world
This way the sky is so funny
There in the distance
Still, I see my dream
One day I'll understand that person again
Everyone together with everything. I'd like to throw everything up, and be like the night
In the train I heard it shake. This nostalgic sound
The crying voice, the creek of the wheels, the station of winter ressounds
Really, the cry was mine, while the train drowned it
While the cold wind hits the cheeks of some
With the hollow hole on my chest
The smoking cigarette dissolves
I'm still in those days
While the cold wind hits the cheeks of some
With the hollow hole on my chest
The smoking cigarette dissolves
I'm still in those days
Everyone together with everything. I'd like to throw everything up, and be like the night
In the train I heard it shake. This nostalgic sound
Everyone together with everything. I'd like to throw everything up, and be like the night
In the train I heard it shake. This nostalgic sound
The crying voice, the creek of the wheels, the station of winter ressounds
Really, the cry was mine, while the train drowned it
The smoking cigarette dissolves
I'm still in those days
