The colors is practicing
Beyond the hirano

　　The bright river
Looks like snowing

　　Ten years always
dreaming of Gaokao

　　While heavily it was
raining over the night

　　How bitter chang e is
Lonely In the toad hall

　　Each time I watching it
at the moon forever

　　my hair being destroyed
With amoroustime and tide

　　As a dried-up well
No ripples in my heart
The colors is practicing
Beyond the hirano

　　The bright river
Looks like snowing

　　Ten years always
dreaming of Gaokao

　　While heavily it was
raining over the night

　　How bitter chang e is
Lonely In the toad hall

　　Each time I watching it
at the moon forever

　　my hair being destroyed
With amoroustime and tide

　　As a dried-up well
No ripples in my heart