I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours。


The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells

The sun smiles and watches your toilet. The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mother's arms, and the morning comes tiptoe to your bed and kisses your eyes

The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells

The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you, flying through the twilight sky


明明是一如同既往 熟悉的那番景象


从未感觉如此可爱 深深刻在我心上