I remember the drive home when the blind hope turned to crying and screaming why
我忘不了驱车回家时,你转过头哭喊着为什么是我
flowers pile up in the worst way
鲜花在这个灰色的地球上显得刺眼
no one knows what to say about a beautiful boy who died
没有人知道是这个死去的漂亮男孩说些什么好
我忘不了驱车回家时,你转过头哭喊着为什么是我
flowers pile up in the worst way
鲜花在这个灰色的地球上显得刺眼
no one knows what to say about a beautiful boy who died
没有人知道是这个死去的漂亮男孩说些什么好