The clouds have been gray ...
Walking at a low low, ...
Like a silent flock ···
Silently walking on the edge of the high building ...
Have a heart ...
What is waken in winter?
It makes a simple rhythm ...
Yes it is···
Winter must start from an ear's flight ... ···
Cold like a secret signal ···
It reached into my pocket ···
Looking for a warm hand ...
From the morning to the evening ···
This is my lowest point ...
The bottom of the winter ···
There is a thing in the deepest place ···
I know it's request ...
I know its mysterious ...
Not expressed ···
Just like I can't tell you a pair of wings in winter ...
Cold like a signal ...
It put into the winter pocket ···
Spectacle wants to leave here ···
I am in this winter ...
Walking in the room in different rooms ···
The door opened again ...
Get off again ···
Snow films are singing everywhere ...
Disorderless winter ...
In the winter of singing, I have sang.
