My name is Bond, James Bond.
I'm a novelist, and I want to be a winner.
In this era, an era of novels,
it's hard to be the best.
Every morning when we wake up,
we wait for the day to break us down.
There's nothing left, and you give it all
to get one more step.
Without realizing it, your life is over.
Thinking of doing wonders,
and all that freedom dissolves like foam.
In this era, an era of novels,
it's hard to be the best.
In this era, an era of novels,
you can try to be the best.
I always want to be comfortable,
to be capable,
to be a hero.
It's something I've learned.
And the words that gave strength to love
have been lost.
And my destiny has already evaporated.
That flame has already gone out.
And now I hope that the path I have left
can be better.
Oh, oh.
In this era, an era of novels,
it's hard to be the best.
In this era, an era of novels,
it's hard to be the best.
Well, if I don't want to, how can I forget?
Why are you looking at me?
To say that I love you is like being forgotten
To be a gentleman is something in your body
And the words that gave strength to love have been lost
Without realizing it, you give up your life
Thinking of doing wonders
And it dissolves like foam, all that freedom
You are an era, an era of novela
And you are difficult to be a winner
You are an era, an era of novela
And you can try to be the best
You are an era, an era of novela
And you are difficult to be a winner
You are an era, an era of novela
And you can try to be the best
You are an era, an era of novela
And you are difficult to be a winner