Is it possible?
One day you will have plenty of time
And I will show you my sorrows by tearing the thread of my shawl woven with my cravings.
Is it possible?
My back is to the back of the "universe" on a cement bench on the beach
And let the sea hear our words and make the noise of love alive.
Is it possible?
One day you come with your own memories
And put your head on my shoulder and say
"Why do you remember me so much... you draw attention to yourself without even paying attention."
Is it possible?
It's evening by a lake ...
And in the shadow of the light of the fireflies flying by the lake, I will manage your compulsions before you.
I know ...
It's possible ...
If you want
It's possible ...
One day you will have plenty of time
And I will show you my sorrows by tearing the thread of my shawl woven with my cravings.
Is it possible?
My back is to the back of the "universe" on a cement bench on the beach
And let the sea hear our words and make the noise of love alive.
Is it possible?
One day you come with your own memories
And put your head on my shoulder and say
"Why do you remember me so much... you draw attention to yourself without even paying attention."
Is it possible?
It's evening by a lake ...
And in the shadow of the light of the fireflies flying by the lake, I will manage your compulsions before you.
I know ...
It's possible ...
If you want
It's possible ...
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