April br br It's impossible br To write poems br If you're in love br And not to br If the month is April br br Desires & Memories br br Desires are different br So are the memories. br How can anyone live, tell me, br In a town that has no sunshine? br br Insects br br No use thinking, br Just crave! br See, that's what the insects do. br br Invitation br br I'm waiting. br Come when the weather is such br That there can be no turning back.