If Love Lives In Your Heart
The people for the vocalist were nothing but modern cicadas, from his gait, only small buzzing could be heard, cars sounded more like bats, repeating their horns like radar and in the background he could hear how the music seemed to intersperse, different sounds reaching his ears ... And he was a moth, attracted to all those lights, sounds... (SagaxShou)
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