Time Requiem Bach Prelude Variation歌词

旁白 wind flowers my father told me not go near them he said he feared them always and he told me that they carried him away wind flowers beautiful wind flowers i couldn't wait to touch them to smell them i held them closely and now i can't break away

Meant to be a warrior Freezing all the spirits of life Last to see the walking heroes fading in the night I will not forever leaving you a shadow of fear Still believe in anger and in pain I've seen the light. This is not how to make a thunder Can be

Why can't you see to The glory of Spirits on the way to make me understand your soul It's fading down my assertiveness no not once again You've done this like million times before Well I don't know if I can take it on my own Splinters on this way can

そう 色の無い今を/是啊 將無色的現今 隠した陽炎/翳蔽的影炎 願い叶ったから / 夢想成真 これからお祝いしよう / 那麽現在恭喜呀 ただでさえ酷いんだ / 本已足夠殘酷了 この世界は裏があるからね / 這個世界還有著裏側呢 昨日の愛は / 昨日之愛 今日からあたしの敵 / 從今往後即爲我之敵 「素敵だよ」って言われたって / 「真美啊」被這麽說了 しょうがない / 沒辦法呢 その目で見たものから裏切られ / 自那雙眼所見之物背叛吧 そのたびに忘れようとして逃げ出す / 那時便忘掉吧逃出去 こ

Oh, please help me, oh please help me, I'm livin' by myself. I need someone to comfort me, I need someone to tell. I'm sorry for the things I've done, I've shamed myself with lies, But soon these things are overcome And can't be recognized. I left my

Show me your tits and let's make a hit I'll beat that bitch with a hit I'll beat that bitch with a hit I'll beat, I'll beat, I'll beat, I'll beat I'll beat that bitch with a hit I'll beat that bitch with a hit I'll beat that bitch with a hit I'll bea

影炎≒Variation 作詞:やいり 作曲:やいり 編曲:やいり 唄:IA そう 色の無い今を/是啊 將無色的現今 隠した陽炎/翳蔽的影炎 願い叶ったから/夢想成真 これからお祝いしよう/那麽現在恭喜呀 ただでさえ酷いんだ/本已足夠殘酷了 この世界は裏があるからね/這個世界還有著裏側呢 昨日の愛は/昨日之愛 今日からあたしの敵/從今往後即爲我之敵 「素敵だよ」って言われたって/"真美啊"被這麽說了 しょうがない/沒辦法呢 その目で見たものから裏切られ/自那雙眼所見之物背叛吧 そのたび

Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room you know I made your eyes burn I was like James Dean, for sure I'm so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer I were sorta punk rock, you grew up on hip hop I fit me better than your favorite sweater, you know

the ants are in the sugar the muscles atrophied we're on the other side, the screen is us and we're t.v. spread me open, sticking to my pointy ribs are all your infants in abortion cribs I was born into this everything turns to shit the boy that you