Joined hands; a voice calling me; it strokes my cheek and slips away...
Bearing wounds, I repeat the day known as the present over and over
And without knowing it, I develop a trace of fever...
My sorrow, my joy, even my memories fall asleep
I make this gentle, vivid blue melody into a lullaby
Without beginning anything, without ending anything
In a dream that made my past hazy and half-forgotten
The wind shook tomorrow awake...
Sorrow and joy reverberate within my body
This blue melody whose color smoothly starts to seep out becomes a lullaby
My sorrow, my joy, even my memories fall asleep
I make this gentle, cruel blue melody into a lullaby