I hate nostalgia. I hate all the roads that take me far away from her. The remote is the lesson that it taught us how to think. I will patiently wait for the day when we can come back again.
I hate nostalgia I hate all that road take me far far away! The far is the lessons we teach the sky with nostalgia. I will patiently wait for the day that we will be back together again.
I hate the thought of I hate every street that take me away from her, the lesson is taught, the blue sky, we know how to think of me to be patient, wait for the day that we will be back to see them again.