The words you say are filled with things I don't understand.
...Misaka ponders, and her heart begins to flutter.
For a while after hearing the justice you hold
...Misaka asks you. Is that a dream?
If you use the ability called "sleep" to see that,
Then is the illusion I saw last night a light case of lust?
A light flame is breaking out in my heart.
Softly~, softly~, swaying around.
It's a brand new feeling that no one else has.
I now spread out my hands, and extend them to the sky.
The field called the future is too wide, and is a path of wandering.
...Misaka runs. The wind is a head wind.
Even if I flat-out fall, there is no pain, but
...Misaka hesitates. Where is tomorrow?
If birth→sleep is called "life",
Then I want to interfere as much as I can with my talkativeness.
A new light opens up in the usual everyday.
Softly~, softly~, it envelops me.
With those eyes that aren't imitating someone else,
I am gazing at a world dyed in seven colors.
A light flame is breaking out in my heart.
Softly~, softly~, swaying around.
It's a brand new feeling that no one else has.
I now spread out my hands, and Misaka dreams.