believe or should i believe
that love is not born from a meeting
because of that time
I see you from the corner of the crowd
trying to question
who is the charming girl in the first row
I want to see you excited again
right now, like that afternoon
and now i know
Turns out the moon is the name
there will be many ways
Then I tried, tried all the ways
So that I can be closer to him
the moon is so high
god please give me wings
so that you can reach it
I will not refuse if I sacrifice everything
is it just a story now?
because I try not to know
moon in the afternoon
