On the empty bench of the fantasy love design No one see my crying around you I remember sitting next to the bench with your eyes with the star of the Paul
I no longer look at the star I dont mean to you I am dark baby
Still next to the Question Still Sound You Switch In this Empty House Your Pak Eye Dream What a Dream See the Star here is your place.
I dont look at the star I dont mean to you I was dark a night baby
You are regrets you Youre not in the cage you Burning you
Burns
Your memory is left to my photo Staring at your photo I am burn a burn.
