There are no rivals
Who waits in the destination
There is a kind of weariness
See through oneself
But originally
All of us do not feel enough
Not after how many rounds are known
We have given up and asked
Sky of the city
Catch up with daytime night
My habit has already changed to the left hand
The sweat permeates again
You give my protecting the sleeve
And I just practise it in the afternoon alone
Sky of the city
Catch up with daytime night
My habit has already changed to the left hand
The sweat permeates again
You give my protecting the sleeve
And I just practise it in the afternoon alone