Spring-Neubauten

What is heard? What is seen?
I leaned on a window of the car and put on a hat deeply.
I overlook to something I don't want to see.
That's being left. It has the smell of the water in the evening.
Everyone is making noise in early spring. My smiling face warps.

I can't also think of the word into which you're separated.
What is it? Even if I try to remember, it's already too late.

Where did dropped one go off? My heart is being dyed.
That I think anxiously and that you can't look for it any more.
I'll go to return the one borrowed by a trot.
Your favorite music and the noise which isn't heard actually.

I can't also think of the word into which you're separated.
What is it? Even if I try to remember, it's already too late.