A harsh temptation.
A fragrance of camellia.
In the afternoon of a cloudless day,
my carnage begins to clamor.
My distress deepen because of the thought branded on my memory.
Every time I find someone reminds me of him, I hang my head before.
One, please, somebody.
Two, put out my fire.
Three, fly me.
Four, yeah yeah.
My distress deepen because of the thought smoldered in my heart
As I weaken the memories of that day, I become more grown up.
One, please, somebody.
Two, put on my fire.
Three, burn me.
Four, yeah yeah.
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