Leaning against the wall,I looked around a back street. A lame bobo sat as usual. He'd looked up at a star all night long. For some reason,a tear rolled down my cheek. I heard the heartbeat when I lay prone. In illuminations,Icould find out a life. It was a blue flower that came out on an asphalt road.
Somebody gave up dreaming in this town without a neighbor. And little cats were left on the street. A bell had rung midnight when I'd met it against nature. I'd first thrown away my only one treasure.
The final love began to grow at the end of sorrow. The final love grew on the parm of my hand. The final love,I could find out a life. It was a blue flower that came out on an asphalt road.
He hadn't looked at the crossroad. High and low,people who scream at the wall. High and low,we have a rain of sorrow. High and low,people who lead a lonely life. But for all that people look up at a star. High and low.
The final love began to grow at the end of sorrow. The final love grew on the parm of my hand. The final love,I could find out a life. It was a blue flower that came out on an asphalt road.
