Stepped on the blowing the wind
To the sky
Arrived at the place, there was a box
The color of the box was changing,
Like a human's heart
Don't know about this box
But perhaps I know it

In a box
If I open it
In a box
Can I satisfied?

Stepped on the blowing the wind
From the sky
I came back here
A box left in my hand
This box fell like invite to me

In a box
If I open it
In a box
Can I satisfied?

Is there the thing I wanna know there?