That day at westlake, inside the car,
I said: Hey this song is good!
Out of my expectation, he took my hand and reached the player and repeated it.
I was, blank, and, a sense of warm arose inside. I didn't know why.
Lots of memories, simple and plain, leave behind at westlake.
I have poor memory but I try to keep some.
Those memories between us.
That's why I have a special feeling to that place.
