In the stillness of the night,
I am sitting waiting for my knight...

Gold butterfly wings
great pleasure to human brings...

Can I be your girl?
Though I don't have...

Here I go again
in my hand is a pen...

A sorrowful day,
A time of solemnity...

Stars in the dark sky
Together with them I cry...

If the waives could listen to its own sound,
Would it, do you think, feel mad...

Wild secret of the trees,
a soft voice to bleed...

I can still vividly recall the first time I met...
You did not notice me but I did notice you...

Love... they say it's a magical feeling,
you'll feel sweetness to something...

Thou art arrayed in spotless white,
t'was my only great delight...

The teacher surveys
thick fallen snow with bloodstains...