This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...

Have you grown fond of times like this?
When the twilight is soulful...

I always thought that fire is the only thing that...
and that roses are blessed for their thorns...

I am seeing this man lately
and it isn't even the 16th century...

May -- dressed in bluebells,
its soft green dress...

I hear your footsteps
on that song...

4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...

Your footsteps have built a metropolis,
yet we remain...

Do you still fall
like leaves on a September wind...

The night is sound asleep,
but my heart is not to keep...

Ne'er saw I, never felt,
the sun did more gracefully...

Along oceans and brush areas,
mountainsides, forests and grasslands...