Blue hour
Fog rolling over the street after rain,
The air is sticky like a feeling I gain.
My mood changes like the traffic lights，stuck on the blink,
neither turns into green or red.
Endless sighs fogged the road ahead,
Sadness glows upon the foggy street,
Blending into glossy color dots, in hues arrayed
Bright up the blue hour sky
Chasing by the cold air,
Zipping on my bike,
Riding through the mess，
だいじょうぶ,
Pain off the gas,
off the hook, like a fish,
Chasing by the cold air,
Zipping on my bike,
Riding through the mess
だいじょうぶ
Pain off the gas,I am off the hook, like a fish