AISubs v3.7
Back then, I used to talk to you about the point where the bricks were cut by the ivy.
I forgot that school alone wasn't enough.
It's not love, it's something different
something that attracts people
I can feel the wind running through the same era
I want to sing and cry together, inside that cage at that time.
I want to sing together and cry, to somewhere other than that
I can't fly in the sky where I dream over and over again