The misted mirrors and an unlit cigarette, with the best of smiles and sadness looking at me~

I'm there when nobody knows how to understand you,

When you cross the street I may never see you again

There are better answers than I don't know

How do I explain the silence that we have to break,

with a song by Gianluca in a hotel room?

the misted mirrors and an unlit cigarette,

with the best of smiles and sadness looking at me,

a trench coat at night, a Chanel dress,

I have a missed call, an unanswered message,

sometimes I don't know what to tell you, please just come,

I will be the one who decides, a sabotage at dusk,

leave your beer on the table and drink my coffee,

I keep an empty chair, a cup and a cake,

we are the result of an unexpected twist in the london eye

the title of this story has a ferris wheel and now I know why