In a low orbit, hope rises; darkness and shadows fall
Those who speak, those who stay silent, those who wither away in sadness
Pretending innocence, I distance myself from the crowds of this world
Though I'm fated not to be able to stand alone...
Now, wishing for a tomorrow... as if it's necessary
What do I have to offer to be good enough for it?
I draw the truth that fell away back then closer to me
The thing I gained by losing something is already full of pain
I'm realizing that a night is coming where we can share and sleep a little
If, for instance, in a time so devoid of order
There's a future where we can live singlemindedly without getting lost
Simply wishing for a tomorrow... if that's a sin
What do I have to exchange to be forgiven for it?
The cold wind draws even my white memories closer to me
Now, wishing for a tomorrow... as if it's necessary
What do I have to offer to be good enough for it?
Simply wishing for a tomorrow... if that's a sin
What do I have to exchange to be forgiven for it?
The cold wind draws even my white memories closer to me