That box should open and this heart should rest
Even though I become a stone and rain everyday
My heart doesn't know as a stone for itself
Manners is shown by words firstly
It only pleads for every vassal
Stars are my gifts
But they go,so that you understand their worth and regret everyday
You've corroded it before it dies
My heart is so desperate and I'm trying to cure
Every birth is beautiful
And every death is broken by past