Trap has been triggered on the table
The screen reflects the face
The roar is called crying,
Contempt of choking sound
Filled every corner of the
The time greeting each other flirt
Quicksand-like desert engulfed the entire Information
Who can still singing then pass into the entire body of knowledge
And kept on sparks
Want to continue to be harmed
Want to continue to attempt to nectar
On the line for its new ones
Pen-like contact to both ends of produce Fireworks
Lit candles in the darkness
Repetition of the tragedy once again ......
I want to hear, I want to hear your voice.
It was loud and clear and bright tone.
Gently blow my heart.
I listening. I singing.
Why why you can be so bright.
Why why I was deep .
I want to I want to be gently holding.
I would like to shout and shout, the voice of oppressed.
I would like to sing softly singing gentle songs.
In the colored buttons on a walk.
In the strong are protected under the guise.
Been in the selfish interests to entice.
Trapped inside the lock body in the concept.
I miss I miss.
I think I cry cry.
Its best to fight for.
Do not be afraid afraid of injuries.
Just waiting for you to break throu