The world one knows is a tiny one.

I ask a face which suits a window while looking at the passed scenery.

Are you standing there by your foot?

Don't you stop at same place?

The person who opens his arms and waits.

The person who waits by smiling face.

This distance also vanishes white breath of a sigh mixture.

Yesterday's world changes a color scheme today.

Yesterday's world exceeds imagination today.

Today's world will change a color scheme tomorrow certainly.

It's myself to make the whereabouts.

Even if I don't look for it , in the side ride now.

One different from a changed place is waiting.

World is always turning around.

Yesterday's world changes a color scheme today.

Yesterday's world exceeds imagination today.

Today's world will change a color scheme tomorrow certainly.

We're waiting for you...