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...

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

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...

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

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

The teacher surveys
thick fallen snow with bloodstains...