When a cat look at me, Each eyes as an ocean
No questions, just an old life tree
When a fish swimming out, Hunting each bubble in sea
In the brain, just a simple melody
When I search around me, I'm not gold, I'm empty
I'll give my words to an old life tree
Bubbles are so round, There's no more meaning
I'll give my words to an old life treeWhy?
Why? Why?
When a bird fly away, By the lighthouse
Looking at the ship and starfish
Bubbles are so round, There's no more meaning
I'll give my words to an old life tree
Why? Why? Why?
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