Titled nothing

There, nothing special on me of the Sky in the evening 

Rice field, not wheat here then calling father I come home on the train then

it seems raining but still crowdy and me, my mind is fullness of music of pops but a little feeling lyrics then you'll know my love to you is going through the minds of course of you with me 

and that's really good to figure out and understanding no way which our heart goes.

Sato