Perfect weather
perfect voice
It's owner was perfectly flawless
Flawlessly made his emotions wear out
just luck
and a bicycle was carrying his love
what is it like?
I'm looking to your horizon
while you're drowsy and going far away and your eyes are bleary
push the pedal and look at the sky
there's another person waiting for you
I'm staring at the roads
which you're climbing
I waited and saw what I needed
a bit of luck and a bicycle
who's obsessed with time?
I don't regret at all.
How is it possible?
I'm looking to your horizon
while you're drowsy and going far away and your eyes are black and blue
push the pedal and look at the sky
there's another person waiting for you