Good night.

Even when I hang up the phone, I can still hear your voice.

Oh... When I breath a little sigh, it strikes me in my heart.

We'll be able to meet again. When I think that, my heart throbs. What should I do.

I can't sleep tonight.

Even when I try to remember your face, I only hear the refrain of your voice. What's happened... Inside the mirror, my hair after a shower.

It's all right. Today is special. It's the mode of a loving maiden.

In your kind of low voice, it was with difficulty. But you said I'm pretty. I wonder if it's true. I'll try combing up my wet hair and looking a bit prim.

I'm pretty... Is that a line out of a manual, I wonder. How pretty am I, and compared to who, I wonder.

Today is special. It's the mode of a worrying maiden.

We'll be able to meet again tomorrow. How many hours is it now until we'll be able to meet?

The white moonlight shining from the window. The crescent moon like a gentle smile. Come on, don't laugh. The goddess of love is salty. I'm so agitated, what will I do.

The moon, smiling as always, will be hidden by the clouds tomorrow. Don't look sweetly at me, of the goddess of love. I'll deal with it lightly tomorrow.

Telling lies is the beginning of love. The me in the mirror might be just a little pretty...

We'll be able to meet again tomorrow. Will I be able to meet you? We'll be able to meet soon. We'll meet today now...

One sheep, two sheep...

What should I do. I still can't sleep tonight.