Your desired scarecrow Deposit of Storm Falted under the passage The wind and rain This is my false laugh Crying of Home My Sukut Record As if I look more than a voice
Air Look I This Broken Tone Waiting for you Waiting for What a bitter mistake Repeat the feeling of dying I am empty I am sitting in me
My hand is my two wings of my flying Unaware of the mystery of the moment I got stuck pond A stretched out of my stature I was reluctant to repeat What a bitter mistake Repeat the feeling of dying I am empty I am sitting in me
My hand is my two wings of my flying I need my secrets U I got stuck like a pond of the ground A stretch my stature I was reluctant to repeat
What a bitter mistake Repeat the feeling of dying I am empty
