Two people living in a street far away can meet.
What a happy thing it is. For the first time, I thought so from my heart.
There are many identical faces in the crowded crowd.
Even if a person disappears, it will not attract attention.
But there will always be someone waiting for "that person"
There is also a "that person" who always thinks of one person.
Yes, I want to cherish the person who is holding my hand now.
Hands, fingers, nails, fingerprints.
Hold me tight.
It should be easy to find that hand from hundreds of hands.
The two hands of the ring buckle are in your pocket.
That moment was my secret, happy event.
The microphone pressed tightly against the ear and felt pain.
It's like feeling the sound closer, or even closer.
I can have the same mantra and coquetry voice for myself.
That hand, that wrist, that chest, they're all hugging me.
Well, it seems that I need more time by your side all the time, and that hand is holding me.
That hand, that wrist, that chest, they're all hugging me.
It should be easy to find that hand from hundreds of hands.
That hand, that wrist, that chest, they're all hugging me.
Well, it seems that I need more time by your side all the time, and that hand is holding me.
Let's go hand in hand.
My own version, I hope you are satisfied ~XD
Supplement: The one downstairs is right. Actually, I'm starting to think that hand is strange. I wanted to translate it into hands or something. However, I think those hands are also very strange. . . After all, I always thought the original was singular. . Is it my own illusion? )
But the adjective "warm" is different from the title of the original song.
Hey, I don't know what to do after talking for a long time. And replace them with those hands. . . Climb up. .
Thank you for your guidance ~ ~