When the evening orange wind blows
A little bittersweet
The hill I walk home alone on
A voice echoes in the distance
Am I the type to get swept up easily?
I just can't seem to dodge it...
What comes to mind is always that smile
But, but still
The rushing youth pressing in
I feel like I could be swallowed by that power
What I need isn't a skirt
Why are you so happy?
There are odd things too, you know
I try to explain it over and over
Why don't you understand...
Did you hide your listening ear somewhere?
I'm a man, you know!
With deep breaths, add a stretch too
Open up a bigger heart
If I gather lots of fun things
Tomorrow will be sunny and bright
What I found by making a racket
A warm place called friends
Don't pursue it; I'm not good at saying no
It's not so bad, is it?
I never swore to that, you know!
The rushing youth pressing in
Dusk unravels the hope for the future
What I need isn't a skirt
What exactly is special?
There are odd things too, you know