Gaia - Nostalgia | Текст песни

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• Gaia
• Nostalgia

My pure and clarity juvenile mind.
It's my precious memories.
Child playing on a hill.
The place where the voice clang.
Like a blue sky I could see through a white curtain.
Into cloud like a sweet cotton candy.
Into my juvenile visage.
The days I was padding at the riverside.
It flowed my spirit.
And it brings me a nostalgia.
With my sorrow and tears.
With my joy and happiness.
With my grief and pain.
With my hope and dream, as well.

Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like a certain painting.
Memory which flitting through rny mind.
It's like certain movie.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like a certain painting.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like certain movie.

With my sorrow and tears.
With my joy and happiness.
With my grief and pain.
With my hope and dream, as well.

Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like a certain painting.
Memory which flitting through rny mind.
It's like certain movie.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like a certain painting.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like certain movie.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like a certain painting.
Memory which flitting through my mind.
It's like certain movie.