The night continues, enveloping the town
With the faint scent and warmth of spring
Seasons pass at a hundredfold speed, slipping through
The persistent anxiety tightens
Strong enough to feel like it might break
The broom star blurs in the distance
It feels like being
Sentenced to freedom
An urge to scream without a way out
Without anyone knowing
Unable to go anywhere
The train bound for the moon departs tonight
The ticket is in my pocket
Despite knowing that in the days of caressing life
Things remain unchanged
The name of an unknown flower
And the dream that slept
Waiting for someone at an intermediate station
The courage to illuminate
And a poem about wandering stars
In a crumbling small room
I firmly opened the door
Towards the direction
The spring breeze calls
Before the scheduled time, without looking back
I step out with my feet ahead of my heart
In a dream-like state
Tonight
I board the train bound for the moon
Gripping the ticket tightly
The whistle of the journey sounds
Take me somewhere far away
The shining city climbs high
Running as if caressing the night sky
With the lights lit
And a poem about wandering stars