If you're gonna greet me as usual, don't do it
I don't want to talk about the morning weather
When I saw off the wind standing on a corner
I knew what season was
At last I noticed the smell of the city where I was born
I'm not charmed for going away anymore
When I saw off the wind stopping a small bike
I knew what season was
When I saw off the wind standing on a corner
I knew what season was
When I saw off the wind standing on a corner
I knew what season was