We make dreams and we, we kill everything. but when I think of you,
the surface is always beautiful...to me.
and we lose the way, when life is in the way.
may we not lose the way, when life is on the way.
We make truth, when we die from youth. and when I think, I think of you.
everything is then beautiful...to me.
And life is on the way, may I not lose my way.
and when life’s in the way, May I not lose my way.
Soon life is on the way, may I just find my way.
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