There is a girl, there is a girl.
A girl like a ghost
She does.
More than sixty English
Chemistry in the fifties
Physics in the forties
More sad than me.
Sad and confused
She wandered in this lonely corridor.
Contains eight volumes.
Like a ghost
Like a ghost
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy
She walked in quietly.
Approach and throw
Sadako's eyes
She floated by.
Like a ghost
Sad and confused like a fool
Floating like a dream
maiden
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently.
Go to the graveyard classroom.
Near this corridor.
In the desire for the final exam
Hang up her language.
She failed in math.
Dead, even hers.
History and geography
And fucking politics.
Carrying eight books alone.
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely corridor
I hope to see
One is better than me.
A girl who wants it again