In this quiet night, I don't think about what to say, but I can't find a word.
I have turned into a distracted trample of tramples, how can my love have not been like to be like this?
When the piano thinks, the heart is getting more and more gray, I am floating like a feathered, with the cold heart, my world began to snow, I am not crying, I don't cry.
Haven't returned?
I can't be melted by you if I can't be melted.
A warm hug is coming to love, I am looking forward to
