Memories are the motorway in the rear mirror

I have fallen in love with this 12 O'clock midnight
Motorway

It's been rubbed against before
It is the grass on the side of the road

I laugh at myself for not having a map
But yet have intruded onto the road

Who can anticipate
That I would set out on a journey with no target?
It's too good

The speed per hour
Forgive me for not knowing

And you will not mind if I got lost
Even if I rushed out of this nation's territory

Watching memories like that motorway in the upside down mirror
A thousand street lamps fleeing backwards

A sharp bend and a straight road
A journey that rolls about
Be a bit more free and easy
And it will be better

I have fallen in love with
The 6 O'clock
Scattering fog

I'm even secretly counting down for sunrise

I discover I have nothing to moan over

In a leisurely manner I am able to understand it
I sigh heavily or perhaps it's too early

The speed per hour
Forgive me for not knowing

And you will not mind if I got lost
Even if I rushed out of this nation's territory

Watching memories like that motorway in the upside down mirror
A thousand street lamps fleeing backwards

That radian of the sharp bend
A journey that rolls about
The aloof of loneliness

Never pretended to be deep
Who is completely without integrity?

Watching
Memories
But I cannot grasp them

And you will not mind if I got lost
Even if I rushed out of this nation's territory

Watching memories like that motorway in the upside down mirror
A thousand street lamps fleeing backwards

A sharp bend and a straight road
A journey that rolls about
The aloof of loneliness

Close one's eyes
Then you will feel it