Weren't your words, secrets of yours, that we would now wander in a sea of dreams of mine.
I never thought you’d offer me flowers, and now I find myself cherishing them more than ever.
Love of mine, look me in the eyes; what do you see? Watch my lips; what do you read? Hear my voice; what do you believe?
Whenever somebody says you’re incredibly shy or really quiet, warn them this.
Tell me Sebastian, what plans do we have for Devil's Day?
You seem quite interested in such a gloomy day, young master...
In her rose quartz dress There are more diamonds Than silk That one, lighter than a feather And in her personality Doesn't care about whims Prefers to have set dreams Than have steady vanities.