� 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 �