I’m flooding on the rush. I’m just drown in my memories. Trying to catch a straw but I always miss it. The wind let me know I was wrecked on the land I’ve never come. Every day is like a holiday. Circumstance is just like a snail. Soak up the brightest sun makes me smile like a kid. Remines me of the ice-cream dream I left but never melted. Don’t feel like going home even if this is the set of Big Wednesday. California spellbinding me. Get on the cable cars. Merry-go-round in the town. Everything, everywhere, every moment is brand-new. I order a cheeseburger and super many French flies come. I cannot explain it well but it makes me I wanna stay. Soak up the brightest sun makes me smile like a kid. Remines me of the ice-cream dream I left but never melted. Don’t feel like going home even if this is the set of Big Wednesday. California spellbinding me. I erase my diaries. I’ll be a blank paper. Now I know that which way to go. I write another myself story from this page. Soak up the brightest sun makes me smile like a kid. Remines me of the ice-cream dream I left but never melted. Don’t feel like going home even if this is the set of Big Wednesday. California spellbinding me. Whoa oh oh oh . Yeah eh yeah. Whoa oh oh oh oh oh. Whoa oh oh oh.