Writing finis to life, overstep the limits. So often we forget of aims made and fervent wishes. The play got over the footlights, silent close. We can get your flowers, but our flash glory is yours.
Again we put our masks on And come out from the wings Laying it as thick as we can We are falling downstream
Ch.: Where's no one except us Where's no look of the loving eyes Where is dark... just like here So close my eaves, I'm afraid I don't care
Playing so familiar parts We hear so loud laughter But as soon as we close our eyes We are sparks! That's all we realize
Ch.
Ch.: Where's no one except us Where's no look of the loving eyes Where is dark... just like here Please, open my eaves, I do care