4 Bonjour's Parties Crimson Sky After The Sunset
An all day
Seasoning
I can scarcely hear around
I detachedly reply and replace to me
An owl called me
I floated down in the misty woods
I walked as slowly as I could
And he was left behind the morning
A goat moaned in her sleep
There are no bound to her reality and dream
But she has a calm manner
For informing it to me
I roll down to the wall
For nailing on the wall
I notice that there was it from my starting point
I must resign myself to fate
If I left a mark on there
I can't go back
I must resign myself to fate
I notice that there was it from my starting point
I must shout in spite of the fixed game
I must resign myself to fate
I must resign myself to fate
Like the crimson sky after the sunset
