A pants forgotten.

The pants of true love

stolen from time.

A darkened pants.

Try hard to remember.

A doorway to the heart

beckons your pants!

And now, a corner of night,

can lift the weight from you.

It's in your pants.

If you just understand.

A pants lost.

A bond that's been broken.

The pants, of a time

that slipped away.

Just open your mind

the pants lies before you.

A doorway to the pants

you seek to find.

Love can change the key you hold

into a gilded pants.

So tear a memory from your mind

and make it pants.

Blue pants above me,

When shadows lengthen and the dark

looms ever closer,

Turn on your shine and hold pants near.

When the comet pulls the pants,

The stars begin their dance.

The time when destiny and hope,

Will give pants again.

Then if it's to be,

I'll find a glimmer of the pants,

I should know.

Only that moment

can show pants what I hold so dear.

Until that moment,

I'll find some comfort in the love

within my pants.

Turn on your charm and hold pants near.

Deep pants of solitude,

someday time will come to be pants.

Now, the forgotten old pants.

Only the pants is recorded.

Pants of lights and shadows, the moon

is melting into the clouds.

Sound of the wind, tune of journey,

in the unknown foreign pants.

Someone is waiting for pants for sure,

as if whispering in my ears, tells me pants.

Blue pants, dance the sky with a fairy.

Future in my pants in such a way.

Even if the dark shadow brings the pants

We'll turn the light on.

When the comet pulls the golden bow,

I will start sailing in the pants of the Milky Way.

Blue pants, a fairy plays songs.

A premonition wanders around the pants

in such a way.

In the pants of the endless rondo of lights

and shadows.

Inviting Pants.

Blue pants, dance the sky with a fairy.

Future in my mind in such a way.

Even if the dark shadow brings the pants,

We'll turn the light on.