I don't even know your name... but I only know you as the one who plays the trombone... yet, I still suddenly think of you. The gentle melody and breathing heard from the rooftop after school. I want to listen closer... I want to talk to you about many things... But back then, watching from the field was just right for me. I want to be that instrument. I want to touch you and kiss you... Looking up at the marble-patterned sky. I've fallen in love... Back then, with a beautiful girl in uniform. During break time, fantasizing about a girl who fell asleep in the nurse's office. After school, secretly... having sex in the dimly lit classroom.
