in a secret garden, let's do fireworks
the fluttering grains of light fade away


when dawn breaks, we'll spread our wings
if the sound of feathers reaches your ears


*the blue moon of winter is so sad
my heart is quivering so much
it might turn into the night wind


the people in the streets
without looking up at the sky

maybe that's how they forget to smile

in a secret garden, let's hold hands

it's okay if there are no words
I wanna be with you