In the era of fascinating cars,
Being the one who is crazy for motorrides
never seems insane for me...
Wanderlust beneath the adorable sky
Talking with the clouds, travelling by
Letting my scarf fly with the flowing air
Letting the air whisper in my ear
Letting my hairs strike my foreheard
No more deliberately clutching them
Loving the mess of my hair for a while
Turning the sly smile into a curvy one,
With the acceleration high
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