The Eve II - before dawn (middle part #2)
2005.06.20 10:14

The pen's needle that run on the figure boardIs the same as to be vacant of windmills even the clock can't see soSince it is not applicable to me, anyone that knows the secret of girls is similar to the mountain clibming party in search of Sascatch primates that always see mists in the wind dare not try to run a risk, that's me Then a cry in the blood comes out of the arms in my right leg start opearating slowlyOr the height limit of bridge of friends that drops day and night had sufferred me
Being reevaluate me soon in the dayI feel so mysterious as the cutting edge of handkerchief appears to be painted in blood By the way as I know itSince nothing other than a woman in front of a mirror seems to be conscious of me so beautifully
In the moment I know the face of men that got wet housewives in nude on the shinning pacific ocean performedThings reached in these stages the battle makes platoons in Gadalcanal scattered