The tale of a forgetful girl and a temporary bear cub
At a construction site in New York, forgetting about everything
A leaf froze before forever forgetting, remembering spring
The series lie to me. Tim Roth smashes glass with a hammer
To rush off into the distance, not forgetting your brown eyes
You look in the mirror, but apart from yourself you will see the city because it is me
The device of a racing car from the inside in the cockpit recognizes me by the steering wheel
Photo on me and so on to the east of the city center
Headlights and yes, what do you know about me, I haven't even spent the last years of my life on shifts