Glico
MIYAMOTO
We played throwing the airplane
of paper in midnight.
We raced how far we could
reach while we were walking.
Your plane flew straight ahead
by the wind by the wind...
My propela was broken
and did not work well.
My propela was broken
and did not work well.
We played throwing the airplane
of paper in midnight.
We raced how far we could
reach while we were walking.
Your plane flew straight ahead
by the wind by the wind...
My propela was broken
and did not work well.
My propela was broken
and did not work well.
You were gone with the plane
like the person
who won the rock,
scissors, paper game
could step ahead certain stance
But you laughed
You were gone with the smile
