Don't Pick Your Nose

I was born and bred in this town
There are some rivers,some bridges,and some islands
I was afraid of little things
I was guilty of theft
And I told a white lie

Now live in the city
There are some railroads,some roads,and some loghts
Some people have simple lives and high thoughts others,living death
I had a hunger for tenderness
Deceive by money
And Iwanted to cry

※We live and grow up,each other
Long distance,constant destiny
The wind caresses my mind
We live and grow up,each other
Long distance,constant destiny
The wind caresses my mind※

Times are changing rapidly
Do I still have the same eye's at the old days
At times my own world lingers on

Whitish and hazy days
Deep and wide days
Whitish and hazy days
Deep and wide days