I like the wind And I like this path That I’m walking on with you When I hold out my hand I find myself in your arms The warm sunlight, the aromatic flowers, the wind and you
If you just dip your feet You’ll be in trouble lady, wassup It’s going in 808, line up A dancing clown, the growing crowd I chose this stage so if you can’t follow, it’s your fault 2016, this year is mine
For a long time, we were just friends Caring for each other, protecting our friendship But one day, you put a shirt in front of me Trying to measure it for a gift for someone else