The melody tires forgetting. sounds of madness
dream on despair
The light comes from sky fessure between raining.
draw up my knees in the diagonal cloth
good-bye toward far away
I can't continue on nerve, the subtitle of monstrous awkward age.
The sky has unconcerned with night and crying in a unbalance voice.
Troubadour loses love because the dark scenery.
be dying for My mind is still asunder.
my thought is a petal my eyes closed by something
The melody tires of forgetting. sounds of madness
dream on despair
The light comes from between raining. the sky I'm on
I was crying because not getting along well with inexperienced act and not sanity love.
Please doesn't come turn and turn.
Troubadour sings with love with irrelevant wings extend to the running scenery.
be dying for My mind is still missing.
My thought is gotten pieces.
go away with eyes closing