The soprano is turning red
The end of the red carpet is the feast of midnight
A little bit of thinking, a moment of change
Listen to the ambiguous keys, my paradise
Frothy and ballet gauze
The color does not change, the beauty is dizzy
A little bit of thinking, a moment of change
Listen to the ambiguous keys, my paradise
That exclusive invitation I secretly put on your pillow
Close your eyes while the moon is full and you will find my paradise
Rainbow terraces welcome your steps
On the opposite side of the core is the only route
A little bit of thinking, a moment of change
Listen to the ambiguous keys, my paradise
You have to be flexible to be your own director
It can be fashionable or classical, black and white and bright
A little bit of thinking, a moment of change
Listen to the ambiguous keys, my paradise
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