10. Become fireworks of the word for my life.
If I can meet you before a sunset is smeared with my shadow …
Though I hear the sound in rain of oblivion
… I love you …Become fireworks of the word
To burn for nostalgia to burn even the sky
I do not see the person of my love.
We touch a feather for the what, and turn to the nothing sky
But we intend to leave.
In space of poor loneliness, for a kiss of goodbye
The light mood of liquor is pale and drifts.
It is said that I love you
Become fireworks of the word for my life
… in flame happening in my soul, You and I forget it in rain of oblivion like that and
Even if we become dead leaves and leave
Let dead leaves become soil, and flowers arranged bloom
It seems to be the candle that flame is generated in a lonely soul, and love is beautiful
Love
Seem to be light to glitter on a true river forever
Win through up to our heart.
