A brilliant music box.
RAINDROPS of the seven colors.
The SHOWCASE of a Goddess.
A present from all around the world.
I called to my mind far memories
Like if I knew you...
The unexpected fate
Is always that one
Who softly puts out the sprouts.
The CLOVER of angels
I'll give it to you without saying nothing
In your hands that are like cashmere.
I whistled
When you smiled at the Sun and the Moon
More than any magic spell.
We're arriving
To a new STAGE.
I looked for the FORTUNE
Even inside a mirror.
The fragrance of vanilla
Swooped down upon a SECRET CODE.
If I close my eyes
I can hear your voice in crescendo.
You often said
Broken biscuits were "tasty"
And gently brushed my hair.
The CLOVER of angels.
Constellations play a gentle melody
That I loved for a short time.
Let's sing the fragments of words
I received from you
More than any magic spell.
We're arriving.
An eternal MESSAGE.
The CLOVER of angels
I gave it to you without saying nothing
In your hands that are like cashmere.
The FOUNTAIN of my heart
Will be satisfied with a crystal clear colour.
Such a big brunch of flowers.
My lovely STORY
that will not come true.