Her november diary 8mm Sky

Streets have breaths

Chased up and down

People always go and come

Thief of street

Steal your dream

We feel we'll find happiness

Hand the case

Keep moving on

It's hard to turn away

And have a job get working hard

That's why we stay

You tend to have unusual thoughts make different from

Those things you laughed and it's nothing but an urban souvenir

We've on the streets they knee on streets

We satisfy a lot

The up and fall

The hidean heart

Bounce around and round

Will kill herself in the plastic bag

Will kill herself in the plastic bag

Will kill herself in the plastic bag

Will suicide

Seasons are quickly gone

Those year just passes by

Seasons are quickly gone

Those year just passes by

Run run run

They could run away away

Run run run

They could run away away

Seasons are quickly gone

Those year just passes by

Seasons are quickly gone

Those year just passes by

Run run run

They could run away away

Run run run

They could run away away

Run run run

They could run away away

Run run run

They could run away away