A silver moon shines beyond the dusk.
Embracing our hopelessness as a mirror image—embracing it all—
This song lets me fly all the way to your city.
I wonder if your unreliable, wavering self
Will someday become wings of tomorrow to save us.
As the shadows point to 2 AM
A wind blows through the gaps between glittering red trees.
I wish only our pain and sorrow were enough
To let me fly all the way to your city.
I wonder if your sullen self, standing by my side,
Will someday become wings of tomorrow to save someone.
Though they won’t take you beyond the glittering distance,
As long you keep flapping, they won’t fade away.
The feelings that pass through this reddening season are always…
Your hurried pace quickening as you try to escape is always…
I wonder if your unreliable, wavering self
Will someday become wings of tomorrow to save us.
Even if they still won’t take you to a dreamlike land,
As long you keep flapping, they won’t fade away.
As the footsteps of winter grow closer
This city is dyed in vivid colors, dancing into the sky!