Even if this bud were to open faithfully to your touch,
It would still be cast in shadow by your grown-up words,
And the city for which you grew taller to gaze upon is beginning to blur.
The promise of that day that seems so far away… and can be switched out once its color fades,
But your false pride made from a mixture of truth and lies can’t cover up the voice you’ve lost sight of.
Star・Ring・Child
If you grab hold of this trembling beat, you can make a sound.
Amongst all the pages your once small hands drew,
Is a future sticking out from the folds.
Select only the roughest vibrations;
The ringing in your ears won’t stop, but you can cover it up with noise.
Your twisted membrane still can’t pick up the truth…
…the rhythm of your footsteps has forgotten what weakness is, drowning out even the purest songs of love.
Any reason for playing this game is still a blur and the connection you lost sight of can never be reattached.
Your wishes, as scattered as the starry sky, looked so frightening.
Even if you wield the words you adorned out of fear, they won’t graze a thing.
Star・Ring・Child
Your trembling body can still make a sound.
Amongst all the pages your once small hands drew,
Is a wish sticking out from the folds.
The unwaving children didn’t put an end,
To a treasure map that unfolded wherever it pleased.
In that place, there was no need for even a shred of truth;
A world compacted into a single second.
Even if the innocent color you let loose comes to blows,
The sound it paints will never be forgotten.
The answer you traced to this place no longer has meaning,
So go onward past this world you glimpsed only for a second.