Cold Boots
| I hear sound of cold boots There is surrounds soundless song I hear sound of sadness town and feel the smells like unfogettable past days Stars are shine softly such as teenage daydream Where the rain grows Trees are growing silently My memory was gone I'm not yours but you are mine This truth is sticking my brain but I hear sound of cold boots Sunny is warm but dry up someday (You don't understand) And you always want the texture (I hope changing to frog) I sinking the bottom of shallow mount (I see cold boots here) It's truth True truth It's boots Cold Boots |