Had a dream last night a dream we returned to the hands ofWake up lost untoldThe open OICQ chat stop last autumnLast time did not say exportsWe are still friends, the most distant friendsYou are too gentle to all of them to maintain the recordYou will not beat the gray headEven a simple greetingHeart exchanges more sad pages of readingWhat is falling offRemember you said to me in the endWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch whatThe open OICQ chat stop last autumnLast time did not say exportsWe are still friends, the most distant friendsYou are too gentle to all of them to maintain the recordYou will not beat the gray headEven a simple greetingHeart exchanges more sad pages of readingWhat is falling offRemember you said to me in the endWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch whatWhen I found the so-called wake up is another dream( you are not in this world )Dream not to open the export of bulk dense fog is too heavy( you are not in this world )Even if the first shout oneself hoarse as hard for you to stayNo useGray head will not be beating quietly quietlyI despair of overflow what is falling off the chestYou will not beat the gray headWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch what
Had a dream last night a dream we returned to the hands ofWake up lost untoldThe open OICQ chat stop last autumnLast time did not say exportsWe are still friends, the most distant friendsYou are too gentle to all of them to maintain the recordYou will not beat the gray headEven a simple greetingHeart exchanges more sad pages of readingWhat is falling offRemember you said to me in the endWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch whatThe open OICQ chat stop last autumnLast time did not say exportsWe are still friends, the most distant friendsYou are too gentle to all of them to maintain the recordYou will not beat the gray headEven a simple greetingHeart exchanges more sad pages of readingWhat is falling offRemember you said to me in the endWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch whatWhen I found the so-called wake up is another dream( you are not in this world )Dream not to open the export of bulk dense fog is too heavy( you are not in this world )Even if the first shout oneself hoarse as hard for you to stayNo useGray head will not be beating quietly quietlyI despair of overflow what is falling off the chestYou will not beat the gray headWarm dream cold yokeIf we turn the clock back to catch what
