weaving time together with their vines although the sting of thorns hurt each other,
leafy sunlight readies us for tommorow.
Throwing away so many things in order to walk ahead,
no use to gather them back･･･.
･138587･ 最後のお話 ↓ 「ばら色の小指」 |
I was crazy for the memories I left behind,the swollen scars,the soft warmth of your body.
I tried to hate the dawn by myself
but young love was waiting to leave behind cast-off skin
and fly away.
