There’s nothing special among each and every one of the things surrounding us, not even this treasure remaining in the palm of my hand, pretending to just be coincidence
We met, the way we were destined to, and emitted light, like a miracle; if you fused enough junk together, you could form me
The things that shine only when it’s no good and we lose hope, in other words, will always be sleeping in the depths of our hearts
I found a small star, like scrap, like garbage
Even if I don’t catch hold of it, by its light, we move forward
Beyond the night, something’s waiting for us; shine on that, starlight!
Passion, hopes, I’ll be fine with anything, but we just can’t stay here
I know it’s a one-way ticket, Giovanni*; throw away your tears, starlight!
It definitely won’t be good things only, but that’s precisely why we’re going
Remember the journey to get here, and the pain like your heart was about to burst open—there were times so hard you wanted to die, right?
When exactly were they, though?
What did you say to yourself to make it through? “This is the beginning, it’s the beginning,” you said, and you endured your tears
I’ve already stopped thinking about where the end of this all is, in other words, if you say it another way, everything depends on me
I’m small, like scrap, like garbage, but hey, I shine too
I want someone to find me, so right now I’ll cast my voice into the sky
Beyond the night, someone’s waiting for us; find that, starlight!
I don’t get love, or romance, but we just shouldn’t be alone
Protect the ones you love, Campanella*; throw away your faintheartedness, starlight!
There’s no way it’ll be only bad things, if you’re there by my side
The journey of the stars’ revolution carries on, and on, without end
On Orion’s right shoulder, an eagle sings, and sings, with red eyes
Oh traveler, don’t cry, don’t cry—he pecked at crabapples from his hometown
Will you become a bird, a bird? I had a dream like that once—and my tears dried
Beyond the night, is there an answer? Tell me, starlight!
We’re fed up with disappointments, with failure, and yet we’re still searching for something
The closer we get, the farther you become, Cassiopeia; smile now, starlight!
If everything goes well, someday, our tears will be nothing more than a station that we pass through