A pure red moonlight
hang bigly on my head
The rain falls, 25hours
The night's moon is at the sky's peak
Dark, dark, filled with
familiar sighs one by one.
Like that, love doesn't wave
I, like a broken weathercock.
This night is beautiful, isn't it?
Let it blossom
Inside this RITHM who shakes us
let's have the dream, illusion of dancing
under the skycrapers.
Suck on this heart,
your words like a floating leaf,
I, like a shadow, search this
You waiting like PETER PAN
It seems a fable, isn't it?
It doesn't seem REAL, right?
This century, let's have the dream, illusion of dancing together this last big love,
under the skycrapers.
The heart unlike a flower
asks for a place to throw himself
Because he's with you, he feels
more and more alone.
People with love become afraid, is this a lie?
So at this point, I am not afraid
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