under the bridge of the pale night color
　　YES, certainly you were there
　　cutting a lime to pieces with a terrible shiver
　　beside the moon-lit small river



　　for a little while,
　　your whole body had a white shimmer
　　YES, I can still remember
　　evaporated words of yours
　　maybe they had flew to the moon
　　hadn't they?
　　Tonight, winter looks like summer
　　in which you and me run and run and run and run and...
　　sometimes you waited there under the bridge
　　for me cutting a lime to pieces with a shiny happy smile