WHISTLES
GOING THROUGH THE WINDOWS
BREATHING FOR A MUSIC
THE MUSICS ARE FAMILIAR
WHISTLES
GOING THROUGH THE
NARROW PATH
FOUND THE OLD NOTE
AND I WHISPERED MYSELF
IT WAS MINE
ONE DAY I WOKE UP IN RUINS
THAT HAD BURN LONG TIME AGO
I FELT THIS PLACE STILL HOT
I THOUGHT IT JUST A DREAM
I RAN TO MY PLACE
EVERYTHING GOT ENTANGLED
I NEED TO THINK LONG TIME
I RAN TO MY PLACE
EVERYTHING GOT ENTANGLED
I NEED TO THINK LONG TIME
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER
IT'S OVER