From the matte glass of the house to the river where its drops love the blood of the vein where the whispering and the pure song remind you of all its memories Maybe one day you will come to your lonely. Iaven I see the color of your eyes. In the galaxys blue One heart to fill in the sky One heart says to put it down every house. Come on Maybe you reach the boundary
from the matte glass of the house I have grown to the river where its drops fall in love with the vein where its whispering is a pure and heartfelt song Remember you Believe it to the boundary
I dont know what to do. Better to sit down and sound from the bottom of your heart Look at the blue love of your eyes Remember that memory of your river.
