We take a bus we don’t know where to go. We feel the smell of light oil. The direction in which the round clouds flow. will be the way to go. Though you’re in the next seat, the world is full of hate and lies. Only the scenery flows. So sometimes live at.will. (×2) Trying to forget all scenes, we’re drinking hot coffees. There is no destination. We hope to live at will. Though you’re in the next seat, the world is full of hate and lies. Only the scenery flows. Though you’re in the next seat, the world is full of hate and lies. Only the scenery flows. So sometimes live at.will.