your star
There was a of the wind in the spring very painful smell.
Only I was stopped without being able to do anything.

It continues to see a star at noon, too.
It will be seeing still for a long time.

You in now very brilliantly
If one grain of tears prick you, I will pour a lot of tears.

Until it begins to walk, it is not time.
Continue to grow still like the star.

You in now very brilliantly
If one grain of tears prick you, I will pour a lot of tears.

With I believing myself