It can disappear like a straw in the wind or Like tears in the rain It can disappear like a straw in the wind or Like tears in the rain

As I open my eyes, To nuances of nostalgia.. As I open my eyes, To nuances of nostalgia..

It's just a Misty flower we know, why this insane arrogance of thirst on that Young blood. It's just a Misty flower we know, why this insane arrogance of thirst on that Yo...