作词 : 오코 (Okho) 作曲 : 오코 (Okho) Whose call is the little bird answering Lying on the cold floor the wings As if thinking of the bygone days do the last dance The feathers hard to leave give themselves the wind Theres nothing, theres nothing i can do for you Sorrow comfort in my eyes to you Sorrow comfort in my eyes to you Coming through the breath of twilight your voice Becomes my direction sign and tells me Where to go
作词 : 오코 (Okho) 作曲 : 오코 (Okho) Whose call is the little bird answering Lying on the cold floor the wings As if thinking of the bygone days do the last dance The feathers hard to leave give themselves the wind Theres nothing, theres nothing i can do for you Sorrow comfort in my eyes to you Sorrow comfort in my eyes to you Coming through the breath of twilight your voice Becomes my direction sign and tells me Where to go
