(風(fēng)之塔）

　　Light sinking

　　I thought at the top of the tower

　　tasting the poison of power

　　I fingered the silence

　　beneath each rock

　　kunkles frozen

　　and lost the moon

　　which once was my home

　　…

　　Yesterday every maple put out fire to touch winter

　　What will tomorrow be

　　…

　　I managed to repair the dreams

　　running in the heaven

　　wondering what rose and what fell

　　under the shadow

　　couldn't be seen once more