Don't say a word
Itch stretched out his hands
The clock turns to copy the annual rings
Talk about your past
Turn the wheelchair of sadness
I want to have a piercing memory
Vaguely remember that year under the moon
Tomb of time
Steal the moon, steal the time, steal the ripples
Fold you into my memory carefully
It's just the meeting
Blame yourself
It's just that it took me so long
I meet you
The Moon steals away the ripples
Fold you into my memory carefully
It's just the meeting
Blame yourself
It's just that it took me so long
I meet you
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