I
have written my state, I have written my state,
world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
To love is a crime, to die is a sin.
To love is a crime, to die is a sin.
Then why did God create us?
After all, where should I hide my youth?
Your memories have written my state.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I have written my state, world and stories.
Your memories have written my state.
I have written my state, world and stories.
I could not remember and cry, I could not forget that day.
The day I became a stranger,
Where should I hide your memories?
Your memories have written my state.
The dead have been cremated.
The dead have been cremated.
The dead have been cremated.
Where should I hide your memories?
Your memories have written my state.
Your memories have written my state.