-Ode to my old archery teacher, Matt. May his...
Range Master, Archery King...

Music box, sweet melodies
Wined you up and there you go...

Gained and Lost
Looking back...

Save Your Life
He looks to the window...

Wake up with regret
of ever even waking...

Warm is the sight
of his inviting arms...

The river outside has frozen over
and I fear my heart has too...

[Sad music begins to play...]
Now please look away...

This Brilliant Dance
Gracefulness and envy in its quintessence...

See her dancing in the rain
trying to rid her past of pain...

Crestfallen (She Doesn't Mean to)
Soft is the sight...

Shooting Star- For Sakura
Your leaving on an airplane...