er lip moving In early morning. Whispering of her loving. flower has blooming. They're dyeing hundred colored roses at my heart. Well it's a lie. It's a lie... It's alright. but It's never alright.
She is apple. Sinful apples. I wanted to shatter apple's fruit. meat into my hand. blood-red her heart. And I may enjoy the smell of scarlet. Well it's a lie. It's a lie ... It's alright. but It's never alright.
er lip moving In early morning. Whispering of her loving. flower has blooming. They're dyeing hundred colored roses at my heart. Well it's a lie. It's a lie... It's alright. but It's never alright.
She is apple. Sinful apples. I wanted to shatter apple's fruit. meat into my hand. blood-red her heart. And I may enjoy the smell of scarlet. Well it's a lie. It's a lie ... It's alright. but It's never alright.
