Smoky spring

歌詞

It's not you sing about, just for the day. See it in, see it in the sweet smoke. Walking on my neck. Walking on my cheek. To the path, to the path to the shiny darkness. The story you wrote sounds like a crying of the people, of the people for the death. Falling down the frame, falling down the frame. With the moon, with the moon you couldn't touch. Thousand and one nights, the tear killed me. There's nothing… Falling down the frame, falling down the frame. With the moon, with the moon you couldn't touch. Walking on my neck. Walking on my cheek. To the path, to the path to the shiny darkness.