Nine years ago
I met you for the first time
You were a princess high above everyone else
With your clear, cold, beautiful eyes
You looked me over without the slightest pity
At last
You watched me walk away
Nine years later
I met you again
You were just as you had been before
With those same clear, cold, beautiful eyes
You never even glanced at me
This time
I stood there dumbly, watching you walk away
What should I do? What should I do?
My beloved princess
Please awaken your memories
And look at me one last time
Orz…! A fan of Four Drivers Brothers!