The light of the bamboo forest The desert of an island country The country of seven colors Continue to flow in the wind
There's a type of mystery The gray swirl Swirled me into the mysterious fog
The hand that can not be clearly seen a flower being passed over The softness which whom hass passed?
The pain across one thousand years is only for an ending The shape that you left is pointing me so that I'm no longer lonely in the darkness
The sadness across one thousand years it's you who's waiting for me at the end The most beautiful sensation will worth me to use my whole life to protect it
The light of the bamboo forest The desert of an island country The country of seven colors Continue to flow in the wind
There's a type of mystery The gray swirl Swirled me into the mysterious fog
The hand that can not be clearly seen a flower being passed over The softness which whom hass passed?
The pain across one thousand years is only for an ending The shape that you left is pointing me so that I'm no longer lonely in the darkness
The sadness across one thousand years it's you who's waiting for me at the end The most beautiful sensation will worth me to use my whole life to protect it
The pain across one thousand years is only for an ending The shape that you left is pointing me so that I'm no longer lonely in the darkness
The sadness across one thousand years it's you who's waiting for me at the end The most beautiful sensation will worth me to use my whole life to protect it
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