Our spirits are dying! You died from overwork!
Our spirits are dying! But not died
Our spirits are dying! You died from overwork!
Our spirits are dying! But not died
She's not only pretty, but also bright
I can't sit and do nothing tonight
But my fuel is running out If I should fail, what would you say?
The ship is going now It should come to this!
A flack of birds swept by, My frown relaxed into a smile
We open a gate for Mars. I won't give in