Notes on Tomb robberies at dusk
Who are you waiting for to see the twilight in your eyes
Open the old yellow notebook
There are many stories waiting for you
The person you're waiting for
Looking for fingerprints in the past
The end of the road is the root of the story
He was not so strong and tough
Just because of one look in your eyes
At dusk, time is the blade of injury, leaving scars on memory
Years are too silent, you let him stop boring, call you a naive
How to open the door of truth
Who is who's stand in for ten years
The end of the story is always amazing
Who takes who seriously
At dusk, time is the blade of injury, leaving scars on memory
Years are too silent, you let him stop boring, call you a naive
At dusk, time is the blade of injury, leaving scars on memory
Years are too silent, you let him stop boring, call you a naive
At dusk, without waiting for your eyes, he turns to call you naive
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