Although the car does not like this school, but if you leave, you are so sad, three years of peace, simulation, the color of the window, lapse in your heart, blurred and strange in this sad morning, I am from my face. Youth to hit the horse, passing through the sauage, through the wooden cotton, passing through the sadness and impermanence. Finally, Ignite you, the fairy, the flame, telling the past, quietly burning ... Pick up the baggage, don't make a don't look at the candle, gently close the door of the bedroom ...
