Moonlight, the willow is swaying. 

I’m just a pebble on the side of the road
My mind races at the thought of you

As if I were counting sheep

. . .

"Look, Ri! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Dad has planned to built a villa here. For a gift to mom."

"You can see how the sun rise from that horizon in the early morning. Sunlight on the sea water which looked like countless diamonds in the afternoon. The golden sunset in the evening, and countless little stars made of the lamp of houses down there in the night. Dad's really know how to get Mom's heart, doesn't he?"

. . .

If there’s a reason to say goodbye, at the very least, don’t be sad

. . .

"What's with that gloomy face? Just a few days ago that you told me all that perfect plan, and now... what?"

"It's just... for that perfect plan, we have to sacrifice others' treasured thing. I..."

. . .

Go to the other side, separated from the stillness

Touched by a ray of love

. . .

"Stop coming to this place, rich boy! Just for your information, no matter how much money you'll give to my father, he won't let you to take over this boutique!"

"And... just how many times I have to tell you that I'm here not to take over this boutique but to have a talk with your father about-"

"That's it! Whatever you're going to say, we're not to give you this boutique moreover this house. Because this place is