CRESCENT
Morning.
I turn light on [The show is, show is over]
Your burn your garden foo[The show is, show is over]
You and I hope that anyway the wind blows.
I dan't know who you are.
I'll killyou in my memory.
Whatever makes you happy.
Hey, I'll make you cry.
I did my best.
When your morning wakes up my breath.
I believe I must be dreaming.
And new spring with cold smile on her lips freezes my winter to death.
Wu- Wu-.
Hey I'll make you cry.
I did my best.