The lyrics of the Paris holiday

By La Seine

Gorgeous clothes and charming face

The stone road is boiling

The clouds are wandering and the rain is ticking

To last forever, first one hundred practice into steel, the road against the wind for their own shelter

The plane is in a straight line of descent. People are coming and going in the windows of Paris

Mind aside

Wandering alone

On the romantic street with the fragrance of coffee

It's still a long time

Another wayward scene

Camera in hand, backpack in body

Open a window and wait for a clear day

What's wrong with frailty? What's wrong with helplessness

The mottled theater, gorgeous lights and bells ring the fairy tale opening

The performance is over. The story is spreading. How sad is the plot? Who is watching it carefully

Mind aside

Wandering alone

On the romantic street with the fragrance of coffee

It's still a long time

Another wayward scene

Camera in hand, backpack in body

The warm sun repelled melancholy

The wings of the butterfly vibrated the Pacific Ocean

The light of the city is reflected in your heart

Taste the future