Your clothes

When you lived in my town, you wore clothes of the linen

I make my new clothes with linen

I cut a line to trace in the morning and I step on a sewing machine

Because I can meet you tonight

Slowly，slowly，slowly

I control a feeling
I step on an armhole with a sewing machine slowly

Many colorful buttons
Enough wet steam iron
My new clothes are completed

I wear your fragrance and I turn around

My new clothes,
Your favorite clothes

I had a trunk and opened a door