The dawn sky, calm and silent.
The first-magnitude star twinkled as if whispering.
When I pause, when I hesitate.
Twinkling as if guiding the course of today.
The shining Spica is being born.
Hope stirs me.
Spica, it's okay to go slowly.
Let's walk forward, now.
Let's make small footprints.
Even if they're small, let's make them here.
A step that has continued since the day I vowed to do my best.
No matter how distant the starry sky is,
it's the distance your wishes can reach, you know?
If it's a dream, you can reach it.
Let's look up high and move forward.
So we don't lose our big heart.
Say "it's okay" aloud, and, see, one more step.
No matter how many times I want to cry,
even when I realize I'm not strong.
I believe in tomorrow.
The blue Spica, straight ahead.
A distant light.
Spica, in my own way.
Smile at the moment.
Hundreds of millions of light-years away, beyond prayers
a parallel that seems to connect to the future.
Even with my eyes closed, into its radiance.
The shining Spica is being born.
With my true feelings.
Blue Spica overflows.
The dawn of a new day.
The shining Spica is being born.
Hope stirs.
Spica, it's okay to go slowly.
Let's walk forward, now.
Shining Spica, blue Spica.
The shining Spica is being born.
Let's walk forward, now.