July won't remain the same for me either.
Leaving aside the Crazy, your red passion seeps through the complex harnesses of my facade. It warms me and surrounds me with hope.
There are signs, you know?
Signs that the state of cold feet is what I desire.
Signs that you must pick up that note and live it out.

Thank you, though.
You made me believe.
So when I said I'll keep in touch with you forever, I mean it too.