the world only seemed to me an empty treasure box.I can't see you anymore,but I often peek inside again.I want to return to that time,But I guess it's too late.Since the days that flew away like a bird,Perhaps, one day when I come back to the forest, to the place where I first felt your lips,on the small green forest, I'll lie down.If I fall asleep crying there,would I be able to meet you?If I fall asleep crying there,You, who I can see even when I open my eyes.Perhaps, one day when I come back to the forest, to the place where I first felt your lips,on the small green forest, I'll lie down.would I be able to meet you?would wake up,and kiss me, holding me in your arms.Even though I still miss you,I can now feel you beside me.and told me that he loved me as much as the blue of the sky.He opened the windows that were closed in winter,would wake up,and kiss me, holding me in your arms.You, who I can see even when I open my eyes.Even though I still miss you,I have decided to finallyforget about you.You, who are breathing inside the dream,You, who are breathing inside the dream,
