Lyric

The bookmark is turned over in the wind

The evening twilight remains on the tip of the pen

The sound of the pages turning a little slow

On an empty rooftop

The hustle and bustle of the city sways in the distance

The sky stretches out to the side

My heart melts slightly

"I want to redo the present."

A floating notebook

Every time I open it, dreams seep out

I rewrite this quiet world just a little

The wind caresses the page

The warmth of the spilled letters

It feels like someone's handwriting

I gently trace them. I heard it beneath the air. It's like a key opening me up

A floating notebook. The floating letters look up at the sky. With a kindness that has no answers, It sweeps over the city

Spreading my sleepy feelings, Words dance in the quiet wind. Now everything is forgiven

A floating notebook. Before I close it, I write my wish. In a dream no one knows about, The sky and the city are connected. I finally remember

The sky gently descends. The pages gently close