Burning papers into ashs
What a season
How they fly high
From the burning papers into ashs
What a season
How they fly high
From the ....
There is yet another fountain
Flowing over
As the night fallsas
Keep dreaming away
If you hold onto that past
Don't you lock yourself inside
Nothing hase been done before
It's the most
Virgin dress
You could possibly
Wear
Mess it up ohohohoh......