To go through the darkness, by the lifeline for our ties not, to cause our crisis.
On the tab for stocking, three there, of rice grains.
Crossing the border, we can hear, cheers by children.
Waking up after, being out of season, a pumpkin there.
How curiosity you are, a girl with her mouth turned down, three hours spent. Or, I like that about you, a girl with her mouth turned down, three hours spent.