The pendulum swings a little, a little, a little...
Vivian wrapped her scarf tightly and walked against the current in the bustling streets.
The gas that came out turned into white smoke and filled Vivian's big, moist eyes.
Carousel, how long, how long... Until I find you?
Where are you now? Are you picking out beautiful hard drives in a video store or listening to the Beatles' roaring and hoarse records?
The words I wanted to say to you were choked in my chest because of my emotions.
Carousel, even if the whole world gives up, I can still find you.