사막

Holding bottles of whiskey and wine in our hands we climb up this tall hill and lean on each other those stars above pass by thoughtlessly as we clink our glasses together and hear this gentle song and let me hear your sorrow At the place called tranquil here It’s only song and drinks ah this daydream at the place called tranquil here It will be no more when we open our eyes so I quickly hide this daydream so I quickly hide this song so I quickly hide this stillness so I quickly hide and ourselves