Gosan

I could never, some kind of fear.
And core, what is feel.
Just blows up on your heart.
(blows up on it)
Just blows up on your heart.
(blows up on it)
Just blows up on your heart.
(blows up on it)
Just blows up on your heart.
There is poly poetic for you.
The magical horn lingers in your ears.
Some wind traverses the forest.
No one knows my whispering.
There is poly poetic for you.
The magical horn lingers in your ears.
Some wind traverses the forest.
No one knows my whispering.