The train never waits for me, not even a second;
It doesn’t care about the part of me that wants to be an adult,
Nor the part that wants to stay a little girl.
I heard the arrival of a train bound for the moon, not even listed on the timetable,
But I just kept clinging to my patent leather bag.
Even if time were to pass, calming me down,
To where I could tell you everything…
There’s a magic left behind,
In the station of dreams—from tomorrow,
I’ll be able to see a different view than ever before,
So I’ll call it a night for now.
I dig up the password to a secret base.
If I can just take back my senses, I won’t risk losing my chance—
I can finally go to that moon!
There’s a magic left behind,
In the station of dreams—one for you alone.
But being up this late
Will only end with you in tears again,
So let’s call it a night for now.
The train never waited for us, not even a second,
But I’ll see you again tomorrow… so goodnight!