Even if a star disappears from the sky, I continue praying.
Believe that I come back sometime.
Even if you disappear from the world, I continue loving it.
Believe that I return sometime.
God is cruel.
I took a pleasant person.
I who became an object of jealousy am loved from nobody.
When it wants to watch beautiful eyes again, it will be what it prayed for how many times.
Even if a star disappears from the sky, I continue praying.
Believe that I come back sometime.
Even if you disappear from the world, I continue loving it.
Believe that I return sometime.
Love is beautiful.
The love that it is hard to change into anything else.
I want to study love with a look of respect.
I want to feel a beloved feeling again.
It will be to have prayed how many times.
Even if I shine from a star and got out, I continue staring.
Even if brightness of life faded away, I continue feeling it.
Believe that there is it near always.
Please love it.
Please believe it.
Please please throw it open.