Music TAKE, Lyric TAKE,
I walked the quiet town alone
Wet air clings and does not leave it
I glare at me and pursue the moon forever
I imagine the future when it is oneself who is past to be reflected in the mirror and is worthless
Though I should have caught that star once,
What there is in a hand now "only as for the shining ring"
I throw away all of me and want to run
I shed tears innumerably
Therefore I pray a star for only only once