Since young, the teacher taught me in a very serious matter to cross the road with traffic light
Right and left, must look clearly
Even if you made one mistake, that could ruined your whole life
Why that I fall in love with double of the cruelty, it happens everytime I’m happy
The action is small, simple but it’s always the deepest
How can I be the best pedestrian.
*Obviously it’s a green light, but suddenly it turned to red light
In case of bravery, how could that save yourself from that
Even if wanting to rush it, how could you hurt without leaving the scars
Back and forth, the one I’m finding is never close*
Obviously it’s a green light, but suddenly it turned to red light
Raise your head and look across the road, it’s such tempting on the other side
Waiting seconds by seconds, feeling impatient increasingly
Am I going to sacrifice myself for an exchange of a kiss?
(If it’s too late, I’m wearing too little that I need to go home, relying on the road lights)*
Who would have guessed that I barely survived from walking the wrong path, only to understand not having a dream is worse than that
Born into this world, but never really feel happy
And never being loved, I feel like mud.
Repeat **
Right and left, must look clearly
Even if you made one mistake, that could ruined your whole life
Why that I fall in love with double of the cruelty, it happens everytime I’m happy
The action is small, simple but it’s always the deepest
How can I be the best pedestrian.
*Obviously it’s a green light, but suddenly it turned to red light
In case of bravery, how could that save yourself from that
Even if wanting to rush it, how could you hurt without leaving the scars
Back and forth, the one I’m finding is never close*
Obviously it’s a green light, but suddenly it turned to red light
Raise your head and look across the road, it’s such tempting on the other side
Waiting seconds by seconds, feeling impatient increasingly
Am I going to sacrifice myself for an exchange of a kiss?
(If it’s too late, I’m wearing too little that I need to go home, relying on the road lights)*
Who would have guessed that I barely survived from walking the wrong path, only to understand not having a dream is worse than that
Born into this world, but never really feel happy
And never being loved, I feel like mud.
Repeat **
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