even the atmosphere, can’t protect me when i’m away from you. like a planet, revolving, I always come back so soon.
even gravity, just can’t pull me away from you. in the end, like a planet, my love’s through and through
it keeps spinning. the record of, the same old tune. when I come by like a rocket, i’m over the moon
forget-me-nots, or petunias, there’s so much- I want to convey. in the end, like planets, I’ll always get back to you.
"won't these planet's get tired of spinning?" everyday around the sun. "we won't!", they shouted eagerly why?, the sun asked them; "because it's so much fun"