Like a flower grown lonely,
I look downwards a little bit, and
like a star grown lonely
I bathe in the setting sun.
Yet now, after all this, with a composed face,
I murmur too often to someone
that I'm not lonely.

*Look, deeply as the sky's blue at the end of the night
the yet-unseen radiance has lost its way.
Yeah, the reality that eyes can't reach
is wandering at the end of this broad sky.

Like the wind has grown suffocating,
I suddenly look to one side, and
like the sea has grown oppressive,
I'm swayed by the waves.
Yet now, after all this, without turning around,
even if I can never meet you again,
I say farewell.

**Look, the someday we were told would come is dancing, isn't it?
When we still believed in both love and gentleness,
yeah, in the reality that eyes can't reach,
I believed in the day this world conceals (from us).

repeat *
repeat **
repeat *

Look, the someday we were told would come is dancing, isn't it...?