Green September. . Burned to October brown. . Bare November. . Led to December's frozen ground. . The seasons stumbled round. . Our drifting lives are bound. . To a falling crescent noon
I'm a crescent moon. Looking for a place to lay my head and settle in. Never found a refuge up there in the sky. But never thought it would be you and I Was there anyone. Able to remain alive
I'm a crescent moon. Looking for a place to lay my head and settle in. Never found a refuge up there in the sky. But never thought it would be you and I Was there anyone. Able to remain alive
. wanna to dance with you on the crescent of the moon. time is funny thing it slows down when you're suffering. but rushes by when everything is so wonderful. with time there's never quiet enough but I find
down its lukewarm pus. You became the "me" who you despised. We swallowed the time. Let us rewind. Chorus Cassie Wei, KIHOW, Both. Lament. If you wanted me to speak. If you wanted me to think. If you