Under the sky, that seems blue and dry
We are protected on a ferric armor and listen to a good old song
We are in the neighbor in this way now
Though it is in comfortable mood
precious diamond
Yes, We begin to move
Dress up for tomorrow
Maybe, as for us, it should be got a thing looked for

The sea of cool turns into the all this
to be a rule
that is needed though it is harder anymore

The pretty smile spellbinds us
Though the outdoors is so cold
You give a small face on a shoulder
We laugh without a sense
I remember sweet old your words
I am never apart from you