This time it's coming and the blue is the night
And I will not remember who I was or my name
When spreading gunpowder from the metaphor,
our reality in barefoot.
I want to fill the spring of spring in January
And never escape windows that will never be closed.
As a seafront without beaches
I have not wasted time for us,
It's too late to recognize all truths
But we have an opportunity to laugh.
Stop time and I'll take you
all over the chains,
never dreamed of each land,
For taxpayers who do not have any importance,
to the stars of each name,
to nights that you do not want to know.
I want to fill the spring of spring in January?
And never escape windows that will never be closed.
Even though the weather does cover the path
We will certainly find that if we are at a future,
stop as long as it is night
Let's get upset so we'll love each other.
Stop time and I'll take you
all over the chains,
never dreamed of each land,
For taxpayers who do not have any importance,
to the stars of each name,
to nights that you do not want to know.
Blue nights ...
Blue nights ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)