'Forever', the word I've heard so often, sometimes drives people to madness. Forever, transient dreams waver on the water's surface, drifting with nowhere to go. Red, blazing hot feelings, sometimes wound other people. Eventually the battlefield will be stained, by the crimson moon, illuminating the night. Nameless flowers turn into roots, lamenting the sadness of the nameless people Hallelujah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah The scattered flowers turn into buds, harboring the whispers of the scattered people Do your remember? Back then, those unforgettable days seemed to go on forever. [It's raining in the still of the night at first light to be a memories but don't lose grip on the dream of special so long as I live, never say goodbye I'll return in your heart]
