Close the book,in the middle of reading The setting sun's light as your bookmark Why does being fond of something similar But different from someone's normal Have to be something to fear?
A bundle of spells in your hands Go back in time Change blue into orange
The moment when it comes to you That song that changes the world Only happens during nighttime
In the middle of weaving,search your memories To make up the next page Sometimes even the wall,the door,the Corridor,,,
Feels so unfamiliar But you're not the only one
The moment when it comes to you That song that changes the world Only happens during nighttime
If you'd stay up `till dawn So let's dance to the song On a fresh skating rink
