I still remember
how the bird of madness...

I can never forget
that month of June...

In your eyes,
I have seen the ridge on the surface of the moon...

How about
putting a butterfly...

For a reason,
I do not look back...

I still remember
why summer had died that year, and...

Once the jasmines grow in my heart,
my dying soul won't rip apart...

Here, I am,
alone in this thing called life...

Some say,
I was given birth by...

You said to me,
"grief isn't for you...

Seasons come and go,
but it's always the same for me...

Pride
Ends...