My stopping heart
Robs me of my nostalgic recollections
There's no color in the sky
That I feel through my trembling fingertips, but-
I wish that the tender voice I hear in the distance
Will reach deep into my closed eyes
The soaring, silver wings pour down upon your body
A melody echoes eternally to the distant, dreamy moon
The spreading wave designs
Gently surround me and disappear
Because the warm wind touches
My outstretched right arm-
So that I wouldn't let your misted hands escape
Into the tender voice I hear in the distance, I shouted
While like this, take me out
The resurrecting, crimson rose fully blooms in your world
A rhythm overlaps with memories in the blue, shooting stars
The soaring, silver wings pour down upon your body
A melody echoes eternally to the distant, dreamy moon