I stopped to talk
Everybody makes a sound
She is looking at me
And stands her sheet
Just like a picture behind of you
So it's a movie you hate
The story happened two years ago
Everything had changed
She moves to south California
I'm still counting stones
Go straight my way
Never turn back past
Nothing be here
I throw away my cards
I'm searching for a meaning of life
Keep on moving each stations
Standing on the crowded street
Feels like a dust
I'm dreaming of south California
I'm still in my mind
