A twinkly star has already come out in the dusk sky,
impatiently waiting for you in a spot in your plain sight.
The capsules, floating in the sky and enveloping the two of us,
begin to flock into a huge pile in the split of a second.
Forever, again and again,
I'm dreaming about searching for you,
but for some mysterious reason, I can comfortably be true to my self.
I let my thoughts ride on the singing wind
and travel to the corners of the world.
Maybe I'm overdoing it, but when will I be able to meet you?
I prepared some mundane words, but failed to convey them.
Instead, I hummed a song of shapeless love.
The capsules connecting the two of us will take you away.
Next time I'll try to get the words out of my mouth as soon as I can.
As the full moon shines its light over
the town stained in the night's color, somewhere,
you're resting your heart, unaware of my presence.
The rain, carrying the warmth of my hands,
falls onto your eyes.
I want to hear that voice lying dormant within you.
My bosom always aches
at the sight of your passing figure.
Forever, again and again,
I'm dreaming about searching for you,
but for some mysterious reason, I can comfortably be true to my self.
I let my thoughts ride on the singing wind
and travel to the corners of the world.
Maybe I'm being naive, but when will I be able to meet you?