Born beautiful, dies the same She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time She follows the sunshine She's too ambiguous to have a name And she'll certainly never ask for mine ****! There she goes with the wind Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin
tonight ... i will visit you sweetheart ... with a **** demon ... inside me ... pushing crazily ... for you ... yes sweetheart ... i will do ... and wait for my craziness ... tonight ... midnight ... just be ready ... i will be there ... into your night ... while no one ... will be there ... only ... you and me ... and the **** demon ... who will takes us ... the whole night ... over the cloud's sky ... where the desires of us ... it's the crazy job ... that will be ... for our crazy love ...
tonight sweetheart ... trust me ... i will visit you ...
The song of eastern river from afar. Once again, time has come to visit. Like the thread that you hold, time weaves and unfold. While my memories is still strong, I recite this old song. Life is cut and stilled in the midst of time, with moments engraved in heart, I sing this song in time.
