Whizzing quietly in the night, no one walks with me but the loneliness.
The slight, little rain threads are falling, so blurred and misty.
Freezing cold dripping slightly with the soft yellow, is the bitter smile of lamps.
Fluttering breeze is kissing the tide.
＊But why am I thinking of the time when I came back luckily and we met in the Hall.
Affectionately joking and we quietly lowered our heads and gently held our hands.
Every minute and every second were like stopping in that while, performing romantically.
But unfortunately time will not stay, but is already gone in a twinkling of an eye.
Ridiculousness is that I cannot forget the sweet, sweet fragments with you.
In the sparkling rain, you are teasing me, just like I am a clown performing in the audience.
I am not afraid to break up anymore.
After the breakup, I am gradually losing weight.
Love is like this, only making me tired endlessly, and unable to retain. ＊