Let us gaze
From the start
At the beginning of all things
From a tiny accident to a massive mutation

Humanity will close its eyes
And count its memories, probably

Even now, I
Journey with my trust in the world
An endless journey as I aim for the distance
A dream similar to someone else's
Within someone else's dream
I wonder, which would be better?

How wonderful is not forgetting
It's a power that is not a lie

So let us gaze
At the beginning earth
The wind is blowing, a quiet wind
So let us gaze
As we make certain of the first wish

What is the matter?
Sweet little squirrel
Climbing my knee with your chestnut flag
You are a forest child searching for courage

Even humanity will notice
When the march resounds, probably

At all times, I
Sow seeds towards the far end of the future
And at length, flowers bloom, then a banquet of crops
A dream of which someone else spoke
Granting someone else's dream
I wonder, should I wish for that?

The feeling of wanting to forget
It, too, is an emotion that is not a lie

What is the matter today?
Little squirrel, waving your flag
You escape to the forest, the reassuring forest
What is the matter today?
Won't you sleep even on top of my knee?

So let us gaze
At the beginning earth
The wind is blowing, a quiet wind
So let us gaze
As we make certain of the first wish

(A sunny spot to the left; everyone advance to the right)