Sadness bloom as cosmos flowers at the train station.
You’re the aromatic scent that blows by.
I will build a castle on top of the fluffy clouds.
I’ll open my windows toward you, the windy windows.
Sadness bloom as cosmos flowers at the train station.
You’re the aromatic scent that blows by.
I will build a castle on top of the fluffy clouds.
I’ll open my windows toward you, the windy windows.