The One Night Cycle of Wanderlust King

One two three four,
Pull me out, away from the floor.
Send me flowers,
That I always wait in valentine’s day.

One two three four,
Inbetween the goddess, the sunshine, the butterfly, and the journalist,
I hope thee hear my voices.

Singing another sound of hopeless,
Here I am.
Bunch of friends,
But it’s a shame no one here is my lover.

One two three four,
When will “the five” knocking my door?
Oh how could I know myself

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