I don't know the name... I know only the trombone blowing... Even now I remember you. After school, gentle tone and breath listening from the rooftop. I want to hear more. I want to talk a lot. I was just right from the ground. I want to be that instrument. I want to touch you and want to kiss... Look up at the marble sky. I got a favorite person... At that time, uniform girl and uniform. In the rest time, the girl who slept in the health room.. After school, sneak with that child in a dim classroom...