Someone asked her“what do you want?”
One's birth and death after another
Give me a heart and a perfect life
But only the old frames increase
Still she continues round and round
One's birth and death after another
A crowd of flies flocking there
Give me a heart and a perfect life
But only the old frames increase
Still she continues round and round
I can't find my own value in a saturated world
Give me a heart and a perfect life