Sometimes soaked in summer, the kids travel by motorcycle.
Then the smiling girls' hearts burst.
Sitting on top of the roof,
our gaze chasing a car,
we thought about traveling at dawn
without needing to talk.
Sometimes soaked in summer,
the kids travel by motorcycle.
Then the smiling girls' hearts burst.
Sitting on top of the roof,
our gaze chasing a car,
we thought about traveling at dawn
without needing to talk.