In the shattered mirror Your reflected image
Crying Crying
A finger tracing the narrow moon
Are you calling someone The back of love that has gone
No matter how many times No matter how many times
Because I knock on your window
Like a thread being cut
Your back is pushed by the acceleration of the night
Only, you you I embrace tightly
Exchanging unbalanced kisses
Comes closer to love
May Both your tears and your sorrowful deceptions
come to rest in, my heart.