Araffe woman sitting on a motorcycle on the road by the ocean

A new journey Motorbikes
Does it look boring??
I don't have a steering wheel, but I don't intend to bend
Brakes creak(coast)If you don't, give up stopping.
If you can't call it a bike, I don't care what the name is

My heart heard the command to tear the sky, though as wild as a honeycomb.
It still carries you far
I was just clinging desperately to you, and you appeared in front of me.
Hey you ride this Big Machine

Mirror mounted staring at the person snuggling behind
「I want to see the sea」Because I was told, turn off the steering wheel
If you want to run with something important
I have to be reborn

Repaint the rusted body and metal blue that shines in the sun
Leave the gorgeous wind to the destination
I want to run through the Days of the sentimental, and I want to get involved in it myself.
Tomorrow's forgotten things are today

We have gears that move our time.
It spins at a speed that goes at a selfish speed if it is alone.
With someone else, say with you.
The gears mesh the moment they touch each other, marking time

The wind I straddled was always as violent as a honeycomb.
We will not allow you to stay here
Hey you were just clinging to the back
If you want to fly
Hey you I'm not going to drop you off on the way

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A new journey Motorbikes Does it look boring?? I don't have a steering wheel, but I don't intend to bend Brakes creak(coast)If you don't, give up stopping. If you can't call it a bike, I don't care what the name is My heart heard the command to tear the sky, though as wild as a honeycomb. It still carries you far I was just clinging desperately to you, and you appeared in front of me. Hey you ride this Big Machine Mirror mounted staring at the person snuggling behind 「I want to see the sea」Because I was told, turn off the steering wheel If you want to run with something important I have to be reborn Repaint the rusted body and metal blue that shines in the sun Leave the gorgeous wind to the destination I want to run through the Days of the sentimental, and I want to get involved in it myself. Tomorrow's forgotten things are today We have gears that move our time. It spins at a speed that goes at a selfish speed if it is alone. With someone else, say with you. The gears mesh the moment they touch each other, marking time The wind I straddled was always as violent as a honeycomb. We will not allow you to stay here Hey you were just clinging to the back If you want to fly Hey you I'm not going to drop you off on the way

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