This story has already happened in the early
　　In the absence of eyes before the tears had been asked to
　　Have been grateful for the first
　　And your eyes more independent than others, why February?
　　Dan Dan's always cold weather
　　Always wind slightest trace of rain -
　　Strains of grass hanging down even lower by the end of eyelids
　　"How refreshing the memory ah
　　That the direction from the unknown
　　I drink to the thrill of the unknown ... ... "
　　And you paid for spelling over the life of the February
　　February older, you sing in exposed blanking in yourself.