Look at the men
Look out the memories
More and more accepting of break up
Begin to realize that
Life is a process of "At the end of the song,love is leaving"
Blooming flower...
Seem the platform along the train
Someone always leaves first
Which staged a number of warmth in the story
There are no more flowers at the end
Your flowers are right next to you
The day I can't lost you
Hit it one more time
I shouldn't known to give it up
Look at the men
Look out the memories
More and more accepting of break up
Begin to realize that
Life is a process of "At the end of the song,love is leaving"
Seem the platform along the train
Someone always leaves first
Which staged a number of warmth in the story
Blooming flowers...
There are no more flowers at the end
Your flowers are right next to you
The day I can't lost you
Hit it one more time
I shouldn't known to give it up