The Storyboard This is the storyboard Innocent nights, which starts the pace Two unwritten pages, to start the story The ink is fresh and love without a plot That’s not, so simple Let me slip, let me dream Read the storyboard and close the book More than seven hundred pure awakenings Read between the line For the murder on the footprint But now the book is closed Some blood on the floor Proceed to paint the scene Cause love kills and horrifies Let me slip, let me dream Read the storyboard and close the book