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13 o clock in the afternoon, paper balloons fly high in the sky
there the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts
Underneath the burial is the truth and, lie very guiet
still to this day
How many more years will it take for the tears to be all gone, i put the child to sleep by reading the child s favorite book
Paper balloons fly high in the sky, the happy month of may that this child is looking foward to will not come
Still to this day, 13 o clock in the afternoon
together until it s gone
Still to this day, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the gion hill
Underneath the burial is the truth and, not a single sound of the wind can be heard, underneath the tatami
Still to this day, 13 o clock in the afternoon
i wake up at 4 o clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry
You were crying with an apple candy in one hand walking into the twilight, 13 o clock in the afternoon Grey, paper balloons fly high in the sky
still to this day
13 o clock in the afternoon
The tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts, underneath the burial is the truth and
Lie very guiet, paper balloons fly high in the sky, paper balloons fly high in the sky
the happy month of may that this child is looking foward to will not come
Underneath the tatami, you were crying with an apple candy in one hand walking into the twilight
I put the child to sleep by reading the child s favorite book, 13 o clock in the afternoon, still to this day
13 o clock in the afternoon, the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts Dir, there the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts
together until it s gone
Where s mommy? your eyes the shape of the moon burn inside my head and i hold, you were crying with an apple candy in one hand walking into the twilight Grey, when the insects start to cry at the sensu shop on the gion hill
I put the child to sleep by reading the child s favorite book, together until it s gone, the sun sets
I wake up at 4 o clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry, i wake up at 4 o clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry
Not a single sound of the wind can be heard, i wake up at 4 o clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry, paper balloons fly high in the sky
The tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts, the sun sets, there the tears overflow with the memories of the red candy ball as it melts
lie very guiet
Paper balloons fly high in the sky, underneath the tatami Kasumi, the sun sets
together until it s gone
13 o clock in the afternoon, underneath the tatami
still to this day
not a single sound of the wind can be heard
The sun sets, 13 o clock in the afternoon
I wake up at 4 o clock in the morning by the sound of a small cry, paper balloons fly high in the sky, underneath the burial is the truth and
the happy month of may that this child is looking foward to will not come
Paper balloons fly high in the sky, i put the child to sleep by reading the child s favorite book