An old song,can't remember how long I haven't sing it
Familiar rhythm are still there,you are not
An old fim,play alone
the audience?No one is enjoy the show.
A letter of billet-doux,full of melancholy
The most dazzling word,there is no cure
A kind of Struggle,still uprising
for myself,the useless prescription
I lock my love into the ward
It says,forbidden to visit
Thinking I put it away,I could forget
Thinking to bury the sin,to pretend to be novel
I already been sentenced to death
My memories are dry,my body is cold
My explanations,it's meaningless
After all,there is no cure,only a dark lonely soul.
