grassy smelling, path line blurred
animal trail there branchin' over left and right
only hear cicada's voice that hurries you exciting
you're keepin' goin' with no doubt
I'm just runnin' to catch up you
dark green like that lets me slide into
buzzin' beetles from left and right
your breath on the way to be first to the goal
your back with my eyes to be led to my sigh
we walk furthermore, don't talk anymore on the way
always looking forward with no doubt each other
coming to my view getting brighter
