Model

You love to wear black all over
Your little rucksack is quite cute
Watch other people buying things to wear in famous stores
Like a lonely
Traveller

Your mood is of deep blue
I am like a lonely reporter
Why towards you
Am I always tracking you secretly taking pictures?
I don't think it's a coincidence

Model
Model
The expressionless gleam of your eyes is why
What has happened?
Laugh at one
Laugh at one
In a second your face has ten thousand kinds of complexion
What about your smile?

To the end we will be acquainted
That time we were riding bicycles
After that
No new clothing, so what
I am already yours

Model
Model
The expressionless gleam of your eyes is why
What has happened?
Laugh at one
Laugh at one
In a second your face has ten thousand kinds of complexion
What about your smile?

Model
Model
One day I will give you the happiness you need
What about your smile?
Laugh at one
Laugh at one
I form all your images into an autograph album
I am your reporter
You are my model