Sun, I reach to the Sky,

When you wake up from a starless night,

Like a kite runner I

Grasping a thin red line,

But without a promised ring,

You fly high ＆far with the wing

Of wind till not be seen,

As a boy’s will is the wind’s will

To forsake me holding an unexpected end

Of a broken link: in vain~

I’m here waiting whence hasn’t you,

I therefore married at Fall,

＆the sound of songs came

Out of the outskirts of Graveyard,

Nothing ruffles the dark,