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So beautiful it shines...
It never tries to look beautiful on purpose, it is simply the way it appears.
I've since my earliest memories been confused about people who on purpose try to appear more beautiful than what they actually are.
All in order to get friends, sex, and money...
However, the sun does not care about that one inch...
I wonder what the sun would say if it could be spoken to...
As a matter of fact, I wish i could talk to the sun.
Isn't that right?
All of the memories dissolve it all
The sun shine,
The breeze's song
go by
its time will come
It will be reborn as something new
The full moon
Bright balloons
Only my feelings will ever grow
Swallow. So that's me
Non-stop love song
(I will) follow you,
wherever you go
I can't wait to
catch up
Before the sun sleeps
Not if you're short of breath
I'm The Disaster of Passion
I'm alone, but I'm not alone
You know that, right?
Trees and Rain
Now and then
I can't live without that precious one