Summer in Japan | One day to see young leaves in Arashiyama, Kyoto 🌱

The next stop is Arashiyama Terminal, station number H-A-I-V-A. I'm hushin' a dog gone. I'm whining to the bank, rally the troops for another refrain. I sing this softly to myself, I sing this softly to myself. I'm buried beneath the sand. There's no way to speak or reach out my hand. Watching the paper slowly unfold. Bracing for news that I can't bear to hold. While I'm singing this song to myself, I sing this softly to myself. Tore my jeans on the fence, this iron rope I cannot bend. But my walkin' is lighter when I walk with a friend. I sing this softly to myself, I sing this softly to myself. I sing this softly to myself, I sing this softly to myself.