When he arrived, the deer still breathed Still licking his lamb When he arrived, the heart was still pounding but it was a fountain that was dry When the deer still breathed I still lick his lamb
I miss it. My Gun you have a life of what life is The Godard above Mount Joon Joon Your rifle is what life is
I miss this nostalgia from this rampage I miss this fisherman
Unequal The fight that is of no use A plain without deer You said sadness you I dont want the dried and empty plain I loved the deer
