As always, he comes at two in the morning on Wednesday.
But today, I decided that I wouldn't open the door.
Instead, I opened my balsam and took a swig of it, diluted.
Everything is such a damp this night; I'm dancing all alone.
Alone... Alone...
But, the numerous fruit gardens didn't get lost.
It lost me and clarity.
A simulation of fighting,
You're shifting paradigms every day
And waking up with the same thought
That you want something new, OK?
There was a dream, wasn't there? It was walking on the sky.
Vanity, vanity, and now you're dancing alone.
You wanted to do it with me so that your heart would cool down.
Vanity, vanity, and now you're dancing alone.
I'm dancing alone.
As always, he comes at two in the morning on Wednesday.
But today, I decided that I wouldn't open the door.
Instead, I opened my balsam and took a swig of it, diluted.
A spring.
Everything is such a damp night; I'm dancing all alone.
Alone...
Again, you are behaving like unripe fruits do,
Chewing on your pride,
Thirst near a spring.
I'm trying to forgive you.
The frozen heart
Attracts an immoral book.
Do you want something new? OK.
There was a dream, wasn't there? It was walking on the sky.
Vanity, vanity, and now you're dancing alone.
You wanted to do it with me so that your heart would cool down.
Vanity, vanity, and now you're dancing alone.
I'm dancing alone...
As always, he comes at two in the morning on Wednesday.
But today, I decided that I wouldn't open the door.
Instead, I opened my balsam and took a swig of it, diluted.
Everything is such a damp night; I'm dancing all alone.
I'm dancing alone... I'm dancing alone... I'm dancing alone... I'm dancing alone...