作词:Years
作曲:林昭宇
There's a phrase…
How's it go?
Thought's melt fast
like a fresh snow
and every time I'm in Oslo
never feels the same.
Little 花
what to do?
Always chasing the brand new
want to feel like when I met you
Want to feel the same.
The same…
Nothing is the same.
Nothing is ever the same.