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It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody at night, that my heart became like this
It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody at night, that my heart became like this
Why did I grow used to the moon? Why have I grown enchanted by it?
Even if I try to walk on it’s as if it clung to my clothes saying ‘wait up!’’
It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody at night, that my heart became like this
It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody at night, that my heart became like this
Why did you grow used to the moon? Why were you looking at the moon?
I remembered your face as you stood silent, holding my left hand
Your fickle colour plays across my room, that lukewarm colour of yours
I’ll surely forget the numbing sound of the cello echoing through the walls soon
It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody all alone, that my heart became like this
It was all because I listened to Bach’s melody all alone, that my heart became like this
Why, even though I had almost forgotten, why am I not able to forget?
I remembered your face smiling next to me as we began to walk
Your fickle colour plays across my room, that lukewarm colour of yours
I’ll surely forget the numbing sound of the cello echoing through the walls soon
Your fickle colour plays across my room, that lukewarm colour of yours
I’ll surely forget the numbing sound of the cello echoing through the walls soon
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