I'm tired of having stopped hoping to
Wait for the time to arrive
In the end, this
Feeling of heart has been wasted
Will it be time to pick me up to return home. The
Love that has long been rusty
And fragile has been eroded and also neglected.
Even today, it will become my friend who
Whispers the meaning behind all the lost love. Is
There any way we can give it all what is hidden
We are lost to survive walking in a narrow room
Think of what you're looking for
I never try to survive waiting for you to arrive
I'm always waiting
For you to try to hold on to keep the feelings that have been woven
Until everything
Comes back I never tried to survive waiting for you to arrive
I always waiting for you
Try to hold on to save the
Taste that has been woven
Until everything
Comes back I never try to survive waiting for you to arrive
Yoke is always waiting for you
Try to hold on to save the taste that has been woven
Until everything comes
Back
(end)