You whom I shut out the sunlight with the flat of my hand are nihilistic face His finger is being entwined with a breeze today you wearing half-blue sunglasses are unlike you
Viewing me through the side mirror but you don’t concern about me Sorrow is reflected in his face with his silhouette When I talk with the boy who is working at gas station, you pretend to be calm the cigarette smoke is unsteady
There was the lady whom you loved so much but you have nihilistic face I was almost dark-gray jealousy of the past which is meaningless
Just silent time goes we know the reason of being at a loss for words I bought two cans of cola to get over the awkward silence but it has been rather lukewarm
Before arrive there, please give me even only one joke Although I gaze into the view that is passing over, deepened anxious in the corner of my heart a hunch that we’ll broke up someday