Prologue (Inhaling the important time)

Nothing is wrong; I will lose myself in your lips.

Nothing is wrong; I will fall monastically in the drowsiness in your hands.

Let’s sing a song together, when we are in the midst of nature.

Let’s dance together, when we are in foggy dumps.

Let’s love forever, when we are in far.

Let’s live together, when we are in far.

Will you make me to sit in the heaps of your cymbals?