The twists and turns of a boy's road to fame are like a fairy tale laid out in what we think of as paradise. Life is very bumpy. Playing a life with a play, or interpreting a long-lasting fairy tale with a perfect singing voice, the ending is never in sight, the end? It's just an unending tragedy. What will happen next...
When I grow up, I am often lonely now
Occasionally lingering, the stars twinkle, the brightest one is left
The past is like wind, passing through the night sky
your song
Beat the notes and become familiar with the melody
Who will make peace?
After growing up, now I have forgotten happiness
People come and go
Not many friends stay with me
Where have those innocent smiles gone?
White wings, the beautiful angel is gone
I once thought that the world was beautiful
No one sheds tears
Blow out the candles and make a wish
All will come true
The old me, I miss the past
It's because I miss you too much
In the ignorant years
Only collected
simple smiley face
I want to believe that time goes back
The most beautiful memory
Put your hands together and close your eyes
Make another wish
on a certain day
back to the past
let them all show up
when they haven't changed
let the clock stay on
that summer
From "That Summer"