Let's dance Calcobrena / You match me / Oh, please Is solitude this lonely? / Those dried up things are falling down
The hero's parade At those feet the flower of someone's loss bloomed and scattered What kind of thing is freedom? Is that what's reflected in those eyes reality?
This as well is a symbol of the true rivalry society If you made your decision Then carefully write down your death poem and find a chance "look again"
The journey of this obscure dream without an answer, bound by a behaviour that was similar to a logical connected love Only the sighs record the time in order to touch the deep wound of an unconscious life
Let's dance Calcobrena / You match me / Oh, please Is solitude this lonely? / Those dried up things are falling down
This as well is a symbol of rivalry society If you made your decision Then carefully write down your death poem and find a chance "look again"
The journey of this obscure dream without an answer, bound by a behaviour that was similar to a logical connected love Only the sighs record the time in order to touch the deep wound of an unconscious love
This as well is a symbol of rivalry society If you made your decision Then carefully write down your death poem and find a chance "look again"
The journey of this obscure dream without an answer, bound by a behaviour that was similar to a logical connected love Only the sighs record the time in order to touch the deep wound of an unconscious love