Thrown off balance and teased, solemnly feeling somewhat absent-minded
The capriciousness of a shooting star, though trying to distance oneself
The unaffected, pure gaze pierces straight through
Long transcended affectation and sophistication, shining crimson star
The gaze, tinged with crimson, that is directed towards me
Constantly flickers and beckons
Repeatedly, towards the warmth of exchanged hearts
Responding with this song I offer
I don’t dislike it; being anticipated feels rather pleasant
It’s not an out-of-place dream; anyone would feel the same
In return for the received feelings, I want to sing countless times
With all my spirit and determination
Oh, gaze that illuminates this path in crimson
Never will it dim the radiance
Towards a future where smiles are exchanged
Let the singing voice resonate in the sky
How many twinkles of the grasped dream could I return?
Those eyes, crimson
If they could keep burning forever…
The gaze, tinged with crimson, that is directed towards me
Constantly flickers and beckons
Repeatedly, towards the warmth of exchanged hearts
Responding with this song I offer
Let the singing voice resonate in the sky