So I stopped singing.
Want to go back to that time
Always look for words that can reach your heart.
I don't think any words, looks or sounds will do.
The ubiquitous pain added to the arm.
It's almost dawn, thank you for your trauma.
Even the despair of why to end is very lonely.
The children will soon enjoy happiness.
The wreckage of the game played because of brain death is blurred
If you want to die in love, you can't help it, because it's love.
The first bus won't die until it dies.
Haste makes waste
Touch it
Entertainment, entertainment, entertainment, the true face of the forest
Idle, idle, the girl's face
All kinds of all kinds of things
Take it out and deal with it.
Take it out and take it out.
Sell yourself that you can't escape.
Girl, hold the knife.
I was told that I can buy love, and give it to you who fell.
The scarred songs were sucked into the tracks.
What you want and where you go back are all.
There's nothing outside
It's almost dawn, goodbye, trauma.
Because it is regenerated from the suicide of eliminating dirt.
Internal organs are impermanent and unfamiliar with the future morning.
The thought of saving leaks the color of armed dissent
There is no Drimmer yet.
Realize quickly.
Thrilling, thrilling, popular emptiness
Wave upon wave, wave upon wave, slaves of the new era.
Anyone who is sung can.
Disposable bocaluo wind doll
A disease that will get sick
Not used to it? Can't you do it yourself?
Girl, cut the mask
Singing with an immortal body will only be lonely.
Because you can't die when you are dead, do you enjoy even dying when you are alive?
What we do is so beautiful, why bother us?
Rock is a door snake, not a door snake, she is a line.
This is an idea that can easily restrain yourself, and even you can't be a helper.
I don't want to call it really.
Don't be conceited when you don't show up and say what you think.
Don't be emotional about breaking up with a Line if you don't meet?
People, right?
Doing shameful creatures without shyness.
I live by my face.
Because this is the girl.
Because it's a living girl.
The true face of methane methane storage
Idle, idle, the girl's face
All kinds of all kinds of things
Take it out and deal with it.
Take it out and take it out.
Sell yourself that you can't escape.
Girl, hold the knife.
I see. I just blame you for not going back.
Because it is no longer possible to believe that it is a good child.
Still, live from the pain of the curse.
Because at night, it's always us that day
Because I'm still crying in a castle that's not on the map
Girl, hold the knife.