#8-SHANK

Sorry, I may be a little late

But I'll pick you up

Please trust me

My life is so crazy and spoiled

I wanted to show you a great ship

Come to my town

Believe me

It's not a dream

The tired memory that hugs me

I need to get away from everything

What do you want next for your birthday

I should be back to you by then

Better to go around than be in traffic jam

I don't ask you to understand

I'm not talking about who is right

From the star, there is no answer

Sometimes I feel so weak

But it's my choice