Music Sitting on the corner of the back seat. In a classroom full of chat. Always messing up my imagination. From the classroom window that has no glass. From there, I started to recognize. A face full of confusion. Music My cheeks are red and my lips are always wet. Your steps are calm when you walk. As tall as a four-leaf clover. You came to bring. A story. From you, this song must have been created. From you, this song must have been created. Music From the classroom window that has no glass. Staring at the canteen. I miss you so much. You came to knock on my heart's door. You came to bring. A story. From you, this song must have been created. From you, this song must have been created. Music