Locked inside a music box
There are pieces of memories I treasured
A bunch of letters, old pictures, dream colored beads
Cracked seashells, glass little horses
Spin music box, make the memories spin
tim-ti-ri-tim pan ti-ti-ti-ri-tim pan
Make the memories spin, my music box
I went to the city holding my music box
Suddenly, when I met a tricking gaze
The spring wind blew and then like a dizziness
I stumbled and fell in your arms
Without thinking, my music box fell
tim-ti-ri-tim pan ti-ti-ti-ri-tim pan
Fell on the pavement my music box
My memories scattered on the asphalt
Were telling me about a smile seeming sad
The moment where everyone rides a new boat comes
And without turning around, I left with him
My broken music box spins
tim-ti-ri-tim pan ti-ti-ti-ri-tim pan
It let me hear its last song
tim-ti-ri-tim pan ti-ti-ti-ri-tim pan
Goodbye, my music box