People are creatures born from dreams How can the sky look so blue? The past and future are just short-lived moments that exist between the blink of an eye
Oh time... I could be flower of spring in my next life And then...live on ...and then...be loved
People are creatures born from dreams How can the sky look so blue? The past and future are just short-lived moments that exist between the blink of an eye
Oh time... I could be flower of spring in my next life And then...live on ...and then...be loved