The traffic lights are shining brightly, just like the light shining behind you that year
The depths of the sky are glowing dark red, just like your self-esteem that year
As I type these words, you are still asleep
The wind is shouting outside the window
When the wind blows, all I'm left with is mottled
That day you said you wanted to see the sea, and I looked into your bright and clear eyes,
I said "Okay!"
Later I took you to see it, but you didn't talk to me. Is it because it doesn't look good?
The wind on the beach tells me, I love you
Summer is coming, winter is coming too
Intention: Go towards yourself
