Spreading out behind the expanding air
Our thoughts, our tracks
Aren’t disappearing
A freshly picked orange, followed by an unused well
Each thought, like a flashlight
Isn’t disappearing
“It must be love” echos within the interwoven world of light and shadow
Ah, I found the other side of a memory I can’t return to
I found it
Spending time behind the expanding air
Our thoughts, our tracks
Don’t cry
“It must be love” echos within the interwoven world of light and shadow
A slight fever of 36.7° is okay, right?
It’s okay
“It must be love” echos within the interwoven world of light and shadow
Ah, I found the other side of a memory I can’t return to
I found it
A slight fever of 36.7° is okay, right?
It’s okay
“It must be love” echos within the interwoven world of light and shadow