A waxing and waning cycle of reincarnation
The hands of the clock are beginning to move

A typical dawn, piercing light
An inviting Deja vu
While smiling, the familiar scenery
Announces it again and again, Reset

For example, even if the structure of the world
Should crumble and vanish,
If you reach the spinning revolving lantern
In the quietly smoldering coincidences, you might be reborn.

Ah, the wish that I drew is still a new moon
You're the only one who still won't shine.
Ah, quietly solve the spiral labyrinth
And please destroy its end

A waxing and waning cycle of reincarnation
The hands of the clock are turning back
A waxing and waning cycle of reincarnation
One day it shall reach you

Even if you assemble
Those fluttering, scatted fleeting memories, Deja vu
The continuation of the answer that someone chose,
What shape of Period is it?

For example, even if your existence
Is an indelible sin,
This hand that's strongly holding together
The inevitability that's starting to come apart at the seams
It probably won't let go

Ah, the wish that I drew will soon be a crescent moon
That shape still hasn't changed
Ah, I can hear a voice cutting into the silence
In the middle of this lonely night

Lining up eternity and a single moment
Connecting the past and future
Ah, multiple layers interwoven
An infinite virtual image, infinite tears

Ah, a night colorless enough to drive one mad
It flows
Phase of the time, in the next dawn, even become one
With this body

Ah, the wish I drew will become a full moon
Will it reach you?
Ah, quietly solve the spiral labyrinth
And please destroy its end

A waxing and waning cycle of reincarnation
The hands of the clock are repeating
A waxing and waning cycle of reincarnation
Until it reaches you some day