Stepped on the blowing the wind To the sky Arrived at the place, there was a box The color of the box was changing, Like a human's heart Don't know about this box But perhaps I know it In a box If I open it In a box Can I satisfied? Stepped on the blowing the wind From the sky I came back here A box left in my hand This box fell like invite to me In a box If I open it In a box Can I satisfied? Is there the thing I wanna know there?