Joon, I Dead, I Shadow Tell me the word love from the memory Who drawn the heavy shadow of the moonlight I left my eyes in the lonely luck
I have a song, a song, a song Horror
Dont be tired of shadowing, tired of the night, bother the West Word, Crying the word
Long live, Tell me, when your path is closed The heart of this mirror, say the stone is broken In this famine, be my song Shame on the truth, I broke the mirrors I dont have the soul. First of all, the best place for the song to be tired
Dont be tired of shadowing, so bother the west of the word.
