You must have cast a spell on me.
And so, strange things happen.
A town teeming with people.
Time stands still, and no one moves.
In a twilight town, as silent as a desert.
Only your voice is calling me.
In the western night sky, the scorpion-shaped constellation rises.
You told me, "I fell in love."
You, this must surely be a dream.
Somehow, it's not the me from yesterday.
A story I heard long ago.
We are tracing the story together.
The night train goes on, whistling through the stardust.
The lights of the town below, like the Milky Way.
In the eastern sky, a lemon-colored crescent rises.
Whispering, "Be happy."
The night train goes on, whistling through the stardust.
You don't know where it's headed either.
The one word of prayer for us two.
Don't end this mysterious journey.