In a funeral that is not a problem

I saw you, she was playing with her hair

Like the last Friday of the weekend

Only her lips are bright white, black, navy blue silk

She saw and left her seat.

Connect to the back of the funeral home

Someone always has an unnatural death

Illuminate the bushes with fire

Again at someone's funeral

I wish I could meet you, but I was thinking at night

I wonder if the last Friday of the weekend will come

Before I knew it, I saw your bright color

I wanted to die it

You will probably kill me

She knew it when I did it for the first time

I want someone's unnatural death

I really want it

I saw him and left my seat.

Fierce connection behind the funeral home

Someone always has an unnatural death

Illuminate the bushes with fire