in every place, there are people looking up at the sky. arayuru basho de sora wo miageteru hito ga iru yozora no shita de kuchibue fuiteru bokutachi wa under the night sky, we, who are whistling... kotoba mo nai mama yubi de tada seiza wo nazotteru without words, are just tracing constellations with our fingers. samugariya no yume tsumetai kimi no te the dreams of the cold-sensitive...