Weak.
Simple.
I hear the city's voice
I drink, tired
I don't wear myself out
In the tic-tacs of the flooded hours
Your voice has fallen
It has been taken and never given again
Never sleeping nights,
cigarpack length
The web's of a house owner is my door
uh
My love,
my
love for you
12 months of waiting
A heart in a month,
a kiss,
a possible bed
The words are chasing you,
inside of you
My soul is a swamp
A complicated,
unstable heart syndrom
I live it alone
what I feel with you
마령hhhhhhhh is sheeding one by one
Shut up now
Shut up now
The strings will speak, then
A man will be ridiculous, for example
The second one is coming
The third one
You will hear a lot from afar
For example
For example
You will hear I love you from afar
If you never heard or didn't hear
I don't know
I
I will try to finish the song
I will start to improvise suddenly
I will meow at the beginning of the microphone
After that