作曲 : Snowmine
 Please whisper lines of books that I should have read
 Can you still my hand that never rests?
 Tell me how it is again
 Oh, why I am still afraid of silence? I think I may never know
 Instead, we fill the air with violence
 Just to reap the grain we sow
 Don't worry, just thinking something
 Cup your hands on your mouth
 To hold an ocean
 You can't worry, just thinking something
 Cup your hands on your mouth
 To hold an ocean
 Ahh~