If you really dare to ask the author how evil
how difficult it's to discourage people
If the beautiful story comes too late
So where are happy like being lit
as if you had a class next door to me
People put the unspeakable love buried in the soil
Stand by others and try to get rid of yourself
I heard your voice
Also hiding a heart that I dare not see
I hide in the picky crowd
one night to see the stars
I thought that the traveler had burnt me warmly
You are like a love letter felling very junior
People are locked in the night of love
The words of the world is rounded out of all relations
I heard your voice also hiding a heart that I dare not see
I hide in the picky crowd one night to see the stars
You cannot hear my voice afraid of blurting out your name
Like I'm going to meet you like ever had eyes
I seem to see you where you are
I seem to see you where you are
I seem to see you where you are
I am persuading me to forget you