The days are green and yellow
Spreading through the city
The grass grows barren
♪ Crawling up your forehead ♪
Until the green hair turns white.
"And the threads of love are dead.
Days
The days of green and yellow
♪ Are endless ♪
Fields of scorched earth
A wilderness where sweat and tears
A wilderness that can't be brought to life
Except for the gold that grows
It's yellowing.
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