| [00:23.79] | Ahead of the land wrapped with fog. |
| [00:30.03] | The slight immortality I once saw. |
| [01:06.06] | A smell of the rain disappearing whitely. |
| [01:09.27] | The touch I feel shows me |
| [01:17.70] | The memories of some time ago. |
| [01:20.52] | The dream the flowers bloom toward the sky, |
| [01:33.60] | It's put in the intentions of the finger. |
| [01:39.15] | Loneliness comes to life at the burst of a star |
| [01:44.67] | With the unheard noise. |
| [01:50.10] | Grasses sprout widely in the quiet morning temperature. |
| [01:53.82] | Beginning of storm blown by the wind, everything sways. |
| [02:00.48] | These cheeks of joy pass the clouds by. |
| [02:02.22] | Infinity shines on two of us nestling close. |
| [02:04.47] | Winter eyes bare the sleeping mind. |
| [02:07.05] | Red mark on the wrist I wet with my hoarse voice. |
| [02:16.83] | Wet my heels and run for tomorrow. |
| [02:26.40] | The intense beating of my heart. |
| [02:30.12] | Machine of consciousness discloses the secret. |
| [02:52.05] | The clock ticks the roads today. |
| [02:59.01] | Infinite distance. Derangement of dreams. |
| [03:02.22] | Lending and borrowing of lives. Mask's eyes. |
| [03:04.35] | Lies of a bouquet. Melting ice. |
| [03:31.53] | Actual pain. Consciousness sleeps. |
| [03:36.57] | Change of the seasons. The pure world. |
| [03:45.27] | The moon grieves in the daytime. |
| [03:49.50] | Winds sliced by autumn. |
| [03:50.82] | Fallen fragments. |
| [03:53.16] | Faces dyed in red. |
| [03:57.57] | Greatest pleasure is over. |
| [04:01.68] | Silhouettes of men disappeared. |
| [04:34.17] | See the pointless true motive. |
| [05:09.09] | I lent on top of the layered sweat. |
| [05:35.22] | I fly this day with the crooked wings. |