That year, that day

Your wandering comes from afar

How many days, how many nights

Familiar smiles appear

Get used to pretend encounters in the crowd

Get used to the knowing eyes at parties

Still alone in the sunset

What is lost is the promised look back

Countless passing by in the vast sea of ​​people

Who will stay for whom

Even if there are thousands of idiots who can stamp their feet

After all, it is no match for a gorgeous turn

If it is a kite

Nothing can hold you back

About free and easy release

Life is really a journey

There are countless crossroads in front of you

Please stop when you encounter a red light

If the light is green, please go slowly

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