歌词
All these loops and dots
Are so conjuring
Pages tattoed with words
Milky skin of thoughts
Smells with sun and tangerines
Some heart that used to beat inside
Some heart that used to beat inside
The word of lines
The word of lines
The word of lines
The word of lines
We are memory
Spirit dances among inks
We are memory
Spirit dances among inks
A cozy paper tomb of hopes
Decorated with dried tears
Glued daffodils and thorns
Of crimson rose trees
Some heart that used to beat inside
Some heart that used to beat inside
The word of lines
The word of lines
The word of lines
The word of lines
We are memory
Spirit dances among inks
We are memory
Spirit dances among inks