Ukay's dark eyeballs and your smile
How can it be difficult to forget the transformation of your face?
The old time, the old time, slipping so
Turning back to see, have been in a hurry
The world of the sky is your cool
Finding is my footsteps
Black paint orpage is your gentleness
I am my mourning in the morning.
Perhaps tomorrow, the sun, the tireless bird is returned.
You will already embark on the future
Life is rare to find a companion again
Life is still difficult to lay blue white cloudy day
The sound of the thunderstorm in front of my window
How is it difficult to forget the transformation you leave?
Lonely figure after the figure
I will always be my eyes.
