歌词
Killed the night into haze and fire
Then, to disappear
faced the night with your faded mind
If you were sincere we could sever broken times
As winter hits tomorrow
and ranges all that you can see
There is so little sorrow
in some things I can't defeat
As winter is my lotto
and this is something you can't tilt
The flames surround the hollowed
as cold hands become deceased
As winter hits tomorrow
and ranges all that you can see
There is so little sorrow
in some things I can't defeat
As winter is my lotto
and this is something you can't tilt
The flames surround the hollowed
as cold hands become deceased