Your Memory
Your Memory
An ominous wind blows over me, a long time ago
From the past, nice face, blonde hair, a phenomenon
Strange temptation, mysterious curse of love
Why are you following? Why? A decaying corpse
A dead body is nothing to you. The soul isn’t yours
You are late, and I have passed away. Lost time
Lost time. The time is lost. Not coming on our train again
Please, don't follow me, go away, I will stay with you
A memory will follow you. I love you. Your memory loves you
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