Take my cold hand marked by time
I'll be immortal fire
The skin is stained with sufferance
The road smell is raising
The road's too long to be crossed alone
Night's falling with our weak breath
Marching down the road
We can hear the voice
The voice of stars that makes us
Life passengers
It's so strange to live
With a real cry
Future accepts us for what
We really are
The road's too long to be crossed alone
Night's falling with our weak breath
Marching down the road
We can hear the voice
The voice of stars that makes us
Life passengers

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