Our memories stop at the days when we met
The sorrow of following is filled with the strange fragrance of the fairy garden
You are childish and carry me behind your back. Pull the hook to fly together
You said that every girl is a princess
The colorful threads that were once tied to the willow stakes, the ends of the threads are tied with my thoughts for you.
Missing you will not stop
I lost my glass slipper while waiting for you for a long time
I think we should have new memories
Start over, start looking
Looking for my lost castle