Wounds of the past are familiar with bypassing the tail flick.
Rear mirror of your mind is clearer.
After slipping away from you and I like the drift.
But very close to the long-term.
Lights flashed on my behalf also care about.
I saw you were on his car so careless.
Speaker,two reports by the representative I will leave.
Don't worry,I understand this game.
Whistling sound of the engine,
Is your most annoying melody.
Shuttle in the city to become a Fantasy
Crazy side while chasing short season record
Forget forget forget forget
You sound so angry to say I don't stay here
Don't be too strongly can be closed sorry bade
To your heart, you aren't using this snack
Expansion of the ice cream melted in the beauty around you
Start your wipers don't get the wrong stop.
I waved like a memory or on a hand.
Instrument set I won't simply wait for action.
Speed chase and then quickly also promised not to return.
Roll down the window screen all air jingle jingle.
The Open Music Let me pretend I moved.
Happy you don't have a self-Pain.
I don't understand, I will be more sad.
Wounds of the past are familiar with bypassing the tail flick.
Rear mirror of your mind is clearer.
After slipping away from you and I like the drift.
But very close to the long-term.
Lights flashed on my behalf also care about.
I saw you were on his car so careless(so careless).
Speaker,two reports by the representative I will leave.
Don't worry,I understand this game.
The sound of an engine zipping by.
Is the melody that you detest the most.
It moves around inside the city.
And becomes a fantasia song.
One side madly recording it down,one side brightly forgetting it(forgetting,forgetting,forgetting,forgetting).
You get angry slamming the car door,your fragrance remains in the car.
Sorry but if you want to leave don't shut the door so hard be a bit gentle.
You say it's not Dimsum that you eat.
The ice cream melts, the beauty of the lie being beside you.
There's no more rain but the wipers still move left and right.
Just like the memories beginning to wave at me.
The dashboard turns,wondering if I will understand.
Even if the speed goes faster,you can't catch up with the promise.
The window is rolled down,listening to you,listening to your perfect excuse.
The music is turned up,allowing me,allowing me to pretend to be moved.
You're considerate, there's no need for you to direct and act out heartache yourself.
If I don't understand it when watching it I'll be even sadder.
There's no more rain but the wipers still move left and right.
Just like the memories beginning to wave at me.
The dashboard turns,wondering if I will understand.
Even if the speed goes faster,you can't catch up with the promise.
The window is rolled down,listening to you,listening to your perfect excuse.
The music is turned up,allowing me,allowing me to pretend to be moved.
You're considerate, there's no need for you to direct and act out heartache yourself.
If I don't understand it when watching it I'll be even sadder.