| 基本描述 | Fame, she craves for in these golden agesIt turns out to be flameBlame, the old cliché lost in darknessBut the girl told himYou will never tend to see the part of meCause something more important in your mind is callingYou said you wanted all your stories to be known by crowds for million reasonsAnd I hope the one of them is meI don't care their opinions on the way we should beNone of them ever really contemplated like we didIf it were essential here to show the real fear and the true loveDon't be dismayedThat was our moment to danceBlank, losing our fate, nostalgia cameThe suns |