When the same sex meets on the street, there’s a power struggle
When the opposite sex meets on the street, they pretend to be chic
But then if there’s a person who captivates my heart
I’ll still act chic
Even when I fell for you at first sight, I still acted chic
But after I come home, I regretted it
I don’t think we’ll ever meet again
Why did I just let you pass? I should’ve at least asked for directions
Where do you live? Please guide me
Whether it’s a gravel road
Or a road with a piece of gum stuck to it
Whether it’s an ocean road
Or a road with flowers greeting you
Wherever people can exchange looks
It is all the same road
I turned around but you’re already gone
I ran back but there were several different paths
I try to erase her but that momentary look
Let’s meet right now
Where about do you live?
I even posted in on a portal site
Check it
People are cheering for me
Whether it’s a gravel road
Or a road with a piece of gum stuck to it
Whether it’s an ocean road
Or a road with flowers greeting you
Wherever people can exchange looks
It is all the same road, I know
But why do I become all chic when my type walks by?
Why do I, why do I, why do I
Whether it’s an alleyway
Or a road with red and blue lights
Whether it’s a hill
Or a road that a hunchback grandma walks on
Wherever people can exchange looks
It is all the same road
I don’t want to lose you
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