Time is like an hourglass. I always look at it foolishly. The hourglass that keep passing by will begin to flow again. Every minute of time, it leaves a scale, but when can I get into it? In the days without you, I am like a walking corpse, with my eyes unconscious, irrational, and no mind. I can't dance with you, share the joy of victory with you, and I can't understand the moment when I surrounded you... Crosso... really... sorry... until the end... I couldn't... Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves Waves The works of the dream come out of the mountain, the sword dance fan of the elves.