Goodnight, 17
Hellos, farewells and the past
Goodnight, 17
Hellos, farewells and the past
Staring at the collapsing skyscrapers
Without waking up the obstructive boss
The sand cloud again,
Dirties your cheek without hesitation
If I'm to write a reason to stay with you,
I'd attach a convenient name but,
I'm never to belong by your side because there is no premise
Without even using my eyelids
Blue seeds are crushed and then consumed
Letting it be known that there's no such thing as "eternity" until dusk, so,
Surely even the water, and even this fever
If we can't feel them, then let's scream our hearts out
Even if you freeze all these incommunicable memories, they still remain in their shape
Just these types of feelings only have names, without shape
Every time I reach for your hand, it's just a program isn't it?
It will never hold true for anyone, I have no need for any such "standards"
Goodnight, 17
Hellos, farewells the past
Goodnight, 17
Hellos, farewells, the past
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