| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Pine trees in the playgrounds | |
| Around the empty school | |
| A diary full of diagrams | |
| A boy, perhaps a girl | |
| Embarrassing confessions | |
| Of a strange, forbidden love | |
| On the cliffs above the river | |
| He asks himself forever | |
| Is there any reason not to die | |
| If this love I feel must always be denied? | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| This rush to live | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| This wish to die | |
| This purity, as cold as spring snow | |
| In the wind on the island of Hokkaido | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| I long to see your face | |
| From every angle all at once | |
| Just like the faces in a Cubist composition | |
| I remember in a film I saw they scanned somebody's brain | |
| With a machine that let you feel all his emotion | |
| Well I know that that was only science fiction | |
| But I'm dying to make you feel the way I feel | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| This rush to live | |
| Summer holiday 1999 | |
| This wish to die | |
| This purity, as cold as spring snow | |
| In the wind on the island of Hokkaido |