As the star-spangled night pierces my chest,
I grip the machine with a single hand.
My life, crumpled by the whirling tides,
will search for you.
While my lips bear the pain,
o my heart, please do not weep.
There's always tomorrow,
so for now I'm forgetting about jealousy.
I shall no longer keep crying
merely staring at my burn scars.
In order to grasp the five stars,
I'm willing to cast aside this body of mine.
Drifting alone in the galaxy,
o my heart, please do not weep.
I won't give up until I obtain in my hand
the fog-like jealousy.
While my lips bear the pain,
o my heart, please do not weep.
There's always tomorrow,
so for now I'm forgetting about jealousy.