The velvet plaid was all I needed
To watch the dream I had last night.
What's it been like? Who's been defeated?
Who won the fight? Who won the fight?
There're everything I'm thinking over
And the resuffering thereof.
But something, I can't find the word for,
But something, I can't find the word for,
Must have been love.
Who was the prey? Who was the hunter?
Hell, it's the other way around.
What's clear to the Siberian cat then?
I hear his sound, his purring sound.
And in that duel of self-willed people
The one with only ball in hands,
Whose loving heart flew like a seagull,
Whose loving heart flew like a seagull
To foreign lands.
What's it been like till it's completed?
What do I want and stiil regret?
Who won the fight? Who's been defeated?
Who won the fight? Who's been defeated?
I don't know yet. I don't know yet.
The velvet plaid was all I needed
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