In a story that is continuously forgotten through the ages. Perhaps the benches are never changed... In a story that is continuously forgotten through the ages. Perhaps the bench...

He was among the countless faces That disappear somehow Before reaching the fifteenth year, ... He was among the countless faces That disappear somehow Before reaching ...

I mourn the death of the bygone, For rain is rain because it wipes off my memories, As it do... I mourn the death of the bygone, For rain is rain because it wipes off my me...

So once again I looked at the sky They spoke The blue spilled into white The white seep... So once again I looked at the sky They spoke The blue spilled into whi...