end of the story, point of the way. now i can't stay with you, naive and safe. angels and graves of love is too young to be free. love me. too dead to be dream. love me.
love is the fusion, that i try to deny. but tonight, from the deep of the sea to the hights of the sky, i will lie, that love is too young to be free. love me. too dead to be dream. love me.