echoes of future and past

There’s a girl who knows evil, her eyes turn bright

When a girl knows the truth, her eyes turn dark

The echoes of future and past fall down

I cannot breathe so I throw it all

But it slowly comes back to my hand

Draw your own picture and sing as you like

The last person who owe you is yourself

I cannot breathe so I throw it all

But it slowly comes back to my hand

But it slowly comes back to my hand