In this century’s greatest dream, a shining toy box
Colorfully dyed in amusing and strange ways
I try to dance in my own way
You must be laughing for sure
The vague and transient
Farewell to the crowded street lamenting
If it’s the two of us, it won’t be sad
The dance continues endlessly
The impression of hanging branches
Walking without a destination
In this century’s greatest dream a shining toy box
Colorfully dyed in amusing and strange ways
In the overcast sky the dreams of the youth perhaps the wounded hearts
The journey is an image of bubbles as always
Even the many unknown people living their lives
In the end they will die magnificently, won’t they?
In childhood, staring up
At my mental image of the mountain
Somehow tears come out
Becoming an adult is a conflict
In the midst of surprise, then finally
I should understand, even though I don’t know what it is
In this century’s greatest dream, a shining toy box
Colorfully dyed in amusing and strange ways
Gradually approaching
Into the dream
Gradually approaching
Into the dream