Lyric

Day of september when autumn wind begins to blow

The sky which is dyed madder red

I may be to be a realist

However,I let you look, and send a dream

I set fire to a cigarette

The world shakes for every days

The fire is dead

I think that you heart can shake it though

I don’t think my words change the world

Like a shooting star

Falling down

I make you wishes come true

Like a shooting star

Falling down

A number of “22” leads me tonight

Day of september when autumn rain steadily

The sky which is dyed heavy gray

I was impatient of any restriction

But I was bound myself

How does there to be you,how many years latter?

Praising is no use

Because the second hand is covered with by you

“Taking action.”

Like a shooting star

Falling down

I make you wishes come true

Like a shooting star

Falling down

A number of “22” leads me tonight

I lead you together,before it’s too late