Her November Diary（总谱）

Streets have breaths 

chased up and down 

people always go and come 

thief of street 

steal your dream 

we feel we'll find happiness 



hand the case 

keep moving on 

it's hard to turn away 

and have a job get working hard 

that's why we stay 



You tend to have unusual thoughts make different from 

those things you laughed and it's nothing but an urban souvenir 

we've on the streets they knee on streets 

we satisfy a lot 

the up and fall 

the hidean heart 

bounce around and round 



will kill herself in the plastic bag 

will kill herself in the plastic bag 

will kill herself in the plastic bag 

will suicide 



seasons are quickly gone 

those year just passes by 



seasons are quickly gone 

those year just passes by 



run run run 

they could run away away 

run run run 

they could run away away