In the death around you - their will And who sends the rain when the earth is dry Got in a fight ye xu mei yi ge ren
But the answer is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten.
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Par amour, par d+êsob+êissance
I can stay sane
I feel so torn
every girl every boy,
I'll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha...)
Hangin' on from day to day
the sense of devastation
I feel week when she speaks, invisible
I don't go out much at night.