innocence

Noisycell

3 未完成 “It is five o'clock” The evening-glow tells me A treasure of our memories It's become empty somehow You held out a small hand Smiling like to you it was so natural It may have no meaning But it is something I cannnot do You touched my hand without thinking But it was nice for me All the time we believed That the world was in our hands I can believe I can believe when I'm holding your warm hand Your warm hand