Music: Hiroyuki Morita
I close my eyes a little to
To the line of cigarettes' smoke
Wind blows my eye lids and I feel cool and feel the noises
Its color would be blue bright one
My only guitar one-seven-five
My left hand held it casually
A pick on my right handโs thumb, flipping the six-strings slowly
It sounds cool, pick-up front so nice
Canned beer, let's take and look up full moon
It's getting now more reddish, yeah, yellow moon
I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, Iโll do so too tomorrow and next year's today
It will be fine tomorrow, but
I don't know how would be my mind
Breathing deeply and out fully, I take a shower in dim light
Then all I have to do is sleep
If thosะต I said would be day dream, and then
You and mะต still be together now in purely room
I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, I will do it
In my dream I could be with you
Canned beer, let's take and look up full moon
It's getting now more reddish, yeah, yellow moon
I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, I will do it
In my dream I could be with you