Our love - f.i.r. - f.i.r. (Feier Orchestra)
Our love fir memories I remembered blurred young clouds floating in the blue sky. At that time, I would like to take hands with me. I didn't dare to look up since then I didn't looked up as if my sky lost color from there. I have forgotten the tears of breathing. I will never cry. We will not come back until now, I am still silently waiting for us to love me. I understand that it is always the last warmth. Don't ask you to ask if you love me now I want the free sky away from this bundled world is no longer lonely;
