Fran's marionette lyrics

The moon fell white on the ground

Loneliness is a monologue

Winding like a dialogue

Through the bamboo forest, I saw heavy snow

Pride is a self

I want to say hello

Finally, a promise

Through the swamp, there are luxuriant flattery

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad

Forgotten tune overflow nerve strange aftertaste

Worry is that the deep-sea fish will suffocate at any time

No amount of comfort can offset the absolute reality

It's just a pity

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad

Sin is your corpse

Pain because you left

It turns out that it's more than dependence

Bitter sand fills the empty sea

Waiting for you to come back

Anxious sighs the time is intolerable

Feeling of brain collapse

Set your mind on fire and let destruction dominate

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad

Forgotten tune overflow nerve strange aftertaste

Worry is that the deep-sea fish will suffocate at any time

No amount of comfort can offset the absolute reality

It's just a pity

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad

The morning wind blows wantonly

Who is returning slowly in the dream

A few pieces of ink are scattered

The blooming season of spring has already passed

be not in

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad

It's not innocent that flowers and plants have no intention to be merciless

Finally, there is no result because there is no language

It's not for whom to do nothing and bump every day

Tears in the night, wind no trace left sad