I have a strange pain that flies by accident It is hidden in the deepest memory of the past Hidden in the inside page of the diary Hidden in the starlight of the night Pink pieces are all ridiculous plots I have a longing that has been hidden for a long time Hidden in every habit of mine Or in the dark night Or in the familiar road It exists in a little bit of life I move out of that room Leave memories there Then I found that obsession is gone There is more than a little love in my heart Your busyness and empty words Let me fall asleep again Become too natural Almost late I have a longing that has been hidden for a long time Hidden in every habit of mine Or in the dark night Or in the familiar road It exists in a little bit of life I move out of that room Leave memories there Then I found that obsession is gone There is more than a little love in my heart Your busyness and empty words Let me fall asleep again Become too natural Almost late I move out of that room Leave memories there Then I found that obsession is gone There is more than a little love in my heart Your busyness and empty words Let me fall asleep again Become too natural Almost late Copyright © 2018 Mooji Media Ltd. All Rights Reserved. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consensus.