| The one who stood at the entrance of the last summer | 
| A blue lump with a knife hanging from her neck | 
| Clear blue glaring at the world with big eyes | 
| I can't say that I'm good friends | 
| She was cut out goodbye too suddenly | 
| You laugh at me who was fluttering even though I didn't like it | 
| I met at the farthest place from the kind of hope | 
| It's like on a clean snow without being stepped on by anyone | 
| Two blue loneliness in a silver pool | 
| I don't even know how to end the overlapping lips | 
| We are a light that does not reach miracles | 
| I think it's okay to look at you tonight | 
| A small warrior who is a beginner in life | 
| Even today I live by changing the soaring skirt to wings | 
| Sometimes I hid and laughed on the day I lived well | 
| Thank you for looking up at the stars and laughing, I'm sorry | 
| We went through the world without telling the moon | 
| I never get tired of it because the sky is still blue today | 
| I was helped by the rain yesterday | 
| Someone in the distance says | 
| Then who should I teach? | 
| I was born for the first time | 
| I fell in love with the moment between the blinks of the universe | 
| Two blue heartbeats in the silver pool | 
| I gently remembered my overlapping lips | 
| You are the day I was born | 
| This servant of her who spilled from this hand | 
| The sleeves of this world that clung to for the first time | 
| I tried to shake it off and grabbed it | 
| We are a light that does not reach miracles | 
| Then we |