From the sky of seven prismatic colours, placed to the overflowing lightnLeaving to you, can the emotion be reached??nnI look up to the night sky, fragments of soundnOne, two... Forming a score*.nnReaching for the letter, opening and lookingnGently... It has your sweet scent.nnIn the varying moods tears flow...nnEmotions are reaching from the language of your compositionnPlease, let me hear your voice.nnI protect you from must things, at least by finding themnnConstantly I shake your figure from my heart...**nnThe seven colours, I return into a dreamnnTime would be experienced, like emotions passnnEmotions are reaching from the language of your compositionnPlease, let me hear your voice.nnI'll never forget the feelings of the seven coloursnBut I won't reach for you; the voice whispers...nnI think of you secretlyn