a long time ago when we smiled to flowers we had a box box with dreams
it was tightly locked but we often opened it and dreams were gradually gone
where is your sky? where is your sky? where is it? where is it? where is your sky? where is your sky? near your manhole
but your wings weaken something pulls you downwards and everything goes to ruin manhole is slamed
you are stuck inside and all dreams have definitely died, straight near your lashes
where is your sky? where is your sky? where is it? where is it? where is your sky? where is your sky? near your manhole you try to fly out of manhole and nearly fly to my sky
where is your sky? where is your sky? where is it? where is it? where is your sky? where is your sky? near your manhole you try to fly out of manhole and nearly fly to my sky