It's too late for condensation to fall on the street
Lie prone to breathe, but did not drop a phrase, piled up into a snowbank
Back to the original, desert steam
Should be destined to give up wandering, into a lonely black grain
Wind blowing me, can take me to exile, far away reflection
Sand scattered and increased is the basis of punishment and forgiveness
Original scar of snow and dust
Recollection of the negative film of blue Wisteria rocking chair
It is the teardrop of dust that turns into the bottle drop of snow
Old cameras age with wrinkles
It's the same with falling slowly. It's the night
Let the sun without hesitation sprinkle, quickly melt me
The past of winning and losing is old
I can't stop smiling like a child. I'm sad
The sea can leave my emotion which does not precipitate, whistling and calling
When the mountain burns and sinks, let me worship the original sound at the top
Original scar of snow and dust
Recollection of the negative film of blue Wisteria rocking chair
It is the teardrop of dust that turns into the bottle drop of snow
Old cameras age with wrinkles
Who else can't knock on the door
Cold sleep and frozen solid
It's just the shell of the package
Can drown my snow and dust heart
Original scar of snow and dust
Recollection of the negative film of blue Wisteria rocking chair
It is the teardrop of dust that turns into the bottle drop of snow
Old cameras age with wrinkles
Who else can't knock on the door
Cold sleep and frozen solid
It's just the shell of the package
Can drown my snow and dust heart
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