اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Today, it's the loss.
Tomorrow the reunion.
Sensitive heart feels alone.
And the declined bird is afraid without pause.
The thought to be disliked among a flock
Make break in pieces slowly.
The glance that he can throw to you
Tell more things that you can imagine.
Until his mission ends
And he will repeat it until it will be accomplished.
The benign opinion of an only person
Disrupt the nothingness of his thought.
Good looking or bad looking,
Sensitive heart doesn't know what to choose.
The glance that he can throw to you
Tell more things that you can imagine.
Until his mission ends
And he will repeat it until it will be accomplished.
His real image is in him
And when a glance is throw to you,
You'll better save it,
Because it could be the last.
Free on him, he doesn't leave it.
Stuck in claws of a devastating opinion.x4
Wasted!
The glance that he can throw to you
Tell more things that you can imagine.
Until his mission ends
And he will repeat it until it will be accomplished.
His real image is in him
And when a glance is throw to you,
You'll better save it,
Because it could be the last.
