As if gliding, 17 year old young Midori On a desperate tightrope walking, her eyelids painted with gold dust She is trembling
Spring is gazing at young Midori with hope Among the desolate cheers of a youth handstand somersault Midori laughed
The seven colors of the light are calling for the dream of the family Aa, Younger brother blowing fire on a desolate family alignment The mother, does tricks with water
Riding a unicycle 17 year old Midori Runs to the wasteland folds of loneliness Keep going, do your best Aa, The family alignment