Play The Wind(June 1998)

歌詞

Every time I smell it, I miss the air of you The long footpath in a huge field to the heaven or paradise Coming on the wind and going Coming to the clear a moment It seems impossible to catch it Meandering somewhere Hardly I remember your face, 'cos I'm tring not to But I still play the weather and you're free forever now Cut the skies and make a melody Like we play the wind Every time I hear it, I miss your tone of voice The long walk following you in a dizzly rain or misty air I miss you so