Letting the candles burn in pain
It burns like an ice cube
In the living room
I can touch the tip
And freeze my fingers
It is like this heart
Going for a stroll
It is a winding path
Full of white flowers
Glowing under the full moon
Ah, wonders upon wonders
Becomes infinite
Till tea time.
It burns like an ice cube
In the living room
I can touch the tip
And freeze my fingers
It is like this heart
Going for a stroll
It is a winding path
Full of white flowers
Glowing under the full moon
Ah, wonders upon wonders
Becomes infinite
Till tea time.
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