\"doko de mo ii yo tadoritsukeru nara\" fumishimete fuan yubi de kakaete mayou michi mo nai hoho o matsu hikari
uso kanaetara demo shiawase de ima kusunda suna ga koboreru nara hanbun dake da yo fukaku ni shizumikomu kizu naru
afureta kaze ni noru amairo no koukai egao ga akiru hodo kudaita chiisana yume hanekaeru
komiageru uta ki o mawase asuteroid toomawari wa imi ga nai tte yurusu koto aki no hi
aishite mo oikakete-- - hoshi tsukametara tada kiekakete ima tameshita netsu ga tsuranuku mou hanbun dake da yo usumaru asayake o matsu bakari
kasureta iki ni naru nakusareta hyoukai shoujiki ni fureru hodo yasashii wazuka na yume miushinau
misekake no sora te o nigiru puranetoid atomodori wa nigete'nai tte egake mo shinakatta fuyu no hi
\"doko de mo yukou tadoritsukeru kara\" yurikago o motome
==Eng Trans== --To say that I was once in love...
\"Anywhere is fine, as as we can arrive there eventually.\" Treading firmly on our uneasiness at midnight, clutch with our fingers the stellar hues, which have been guiding us, and painting all over our cheeks.
If even lies can come true, then I guess I can be happy. the darkened coral grains will dissipate, although only half of them will disappear. They sink down deeper and deeper, turning into wounds.
The volcanic ash of regret, with a sandy color just like the rain, drifts freely away with the gushing winds. having been shattered by our fed-up smiles, my small dream is now springing back to life.
While the soundless songs well up, spin these trees, oh the anxious asteroids up in the sky. Since taking a longer way round is pointless, I became fed up with those bright autumn days of early rising.
...I chased after love, but ended up bruised and beaten-
Even if I were to seize some star crumbs, they will merely just fade away eventually. After trying, I still some heat and energy left in me, but only half as much as what I originally had. I merely keep waiting for the dissipating morning glow.
While the abandoned glacial sea slowly changes into hoarse breathings, I begin to lose sight of my small dream, which has been so gentle to touch and felt so real.
In the ostentatiously iridescent night sky, the planetoids are holding my hands tightly. Asserting that to turn is not the same as to run away, I was unable to sketch these wintry days of dissolution.
\"Anywhere is fine; we'll be able to arrive there eventually.\" Now search for the cradle shaped as a perfect triangle.