futility life is fragile. today i shall type out the lyrics myself. because i like this song. and. because it is not in japanese.
Marching Bands of Manhattan If I could open my arms, And span the length of the island Manhattan. I'd bring it to where you are, Making a lake of the east river in Hudson.
If I could open my mouth, Wide enough for a marching band to march out. They would your make your name sing, And bend through alleys and bounce off over buildings.
I wish we could open our eyes, To see in all directions at the same time Oh what a beautiful view, If you were never aware of what's around you.
And it is true what you say, That I live like a hermit in my own home. But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and the blinds to let the light in.
Sorrow drips into your heart, through a pinhole, Just like a faucet that leaks when there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Sorrow drips into your heart, through a pinhole, Just like a faucet that leaks when there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Sorrow drips into your heart, through a pinhole, Just like a faucet that leaks when there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Sorrow drips into your heart, through a pinhole, Just like a faucet that leaks when there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna...
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the gala dinner. when you are reminding of yourself not to do things you don't normally do anyway. you end up wanting to do it more. it is like reverse psychology.
i admire persuasion skills. but i also pity what the product of it is. people value food more. than the values that they should be digesting first.
such is the life of the rich and famous. so human. so much greed. yet they put on airs like the world hasn't seen them enough. i would rather be human without airs.
it's easier that way. because i can make my mistakes.
byousoku. was. pretty strange for an ending. i guess it doesn't have an aim. to finish.
but life goes on.
and like the wind through the trees. i'll drown with you.