Your shell is crushed, lit by rain.
It wouldn’t be late. Bloon, the flower does.
Your shell is crushed, lit by autum storm.
It wouldn’t be late.
Come, the children do.
Come, the children do.
Come, the children do.
The children laugh like falling a piece of sky.
Chilly wind is blowing, only eyes are sparkling.
Hold me child.
Your belief is smashed, wet by fire.
It wouldn’t be late to open the heaven’s door.
Your belief is withered, wet by fire.
It will never be late
to drink the heaven’s water.
to drink the heaven’s water.
to drink the heaven’s water.
The children are crying for foreign oxygen.
Chilly wind is flowing into deep inside of them right now.
You’re supposed to know holy solution. Yeah, they come.
Feel your basil bone in your head.
Move your cheek skin, and make a smile.
(Sweet sweet sweet sweet)
Feel your basil bone in your head.
Move your cheek skin, and make a smile.(Sweet~)
~Talk~
I’m holding this incense bumer in rain and fire until they come.
Come, the children do.
Come, the children do… Yeah, they come.
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