Face
To face the whole thing that I lost my hands
still
don't wanna be there after all colors faded
confess
The sight is nothing but a little pain
truth
is rarely pure and never impulsive
Keep
and leave a secret mirror in your imagine
feel
The top was spining under the Lotus Space
Pray
To god for giving me a lovely yellow dress
And wish
The dress can be turned into a star
Kuale kuale,the star
my lonely star
Seven hundred million
light-years away
Kuale kuale is it a vision
Or a weak dream?
What seems to me
Is the memory
Keep
and leave a secret mirror in your imagine
feel
The top was spining under the Lotus Space
Pray
To god for giving me a lovely yellow dress
And wish
The dress can be turned into a star
Kuale kuale,the star
my lonely star
Seven hundred million
light-years away
Kuale kuale is it a vision
Or a weak dream?
Do believe its fall
As a wicked game