That is...having seen tomorrow's dreams already
That is...a forgotten page in an old book
What isn't an unsufficient meaning?
Even so, I am searching for insufficient things
Only you have the map, so
I'll just stay alone in the fog
I will go on a journey to the illusion
Deep in my heart, your heaven
Like memories held completely in the future
Similar to predicting becoming emotionally attached
Scenery never seen, I remember
It's closer and farther than anything else
Where is the place I'm going to?
Now a voice is beginning to sing
It's reaching me, leading me...
Raising me to heaven
I keep acscending toward the side of the sun, and greenery sprouts on the hill
Those days, when I slept with a tired face
I dreamed only dreams that would never come true
But now, only my longings continue into tomorrow
I know I can open the door...
Just one more night will pass, and green eggplant will stand on the hill
I see it directly below
Your heaven, just yours
Where is the place I'm going to?
I'll just stay alone in the fog
I will go on a journey to the illusion
I want to return to your heaven
That is...already having seen tomorrow's dreams...