Sitting in the corner of the back row
In a class full of chatter
Always disrupting the flow of daydreams
From the classroom window that has no glass
From there I began to know
A face full of daydreams
Ni ni ni ni ni ni ni ni

Lips cracked and red, always wet
Your steps are calm when you walk
Tall and slender, the girl of my dreams
You came bringing a story
From you, this song must have been created
From you, this song must have been created

From the classroom window that has no glass
See-through to the canteen filled with longing
Coming to knock on the door of my heart
You came bringing a story
From you, this song must have been created
From you, this song must have been created de de de de de de de de

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