In the rainbow circuit,
There exist countless words.
Even if it's just half,
If I'm here, I can proceed.

The sudden melody,
Again begins to speed up.
It gripped my heart,
Erasing even the petal's shadows.

The gaze sparkles.
I'm fine, even if the road isn't very big.

And then,
Breaking into a run, I dive into the miracle.
Gazing upwards, I wave my hands at the light.
Joining together these non-ceasing feelings,
REFLECTIA.

Towards a quivering tomorrow that draws nearer,
Towards a musical future that fills my dreams,
Wherever this brand new sky takes me,
It is a sign of my tears ending.

The unconscious melody,
Becoming like the wind,
Makes the gaps in my memory,
Continue to long for that moment.

The airy illusion floats before me.
If I can press onwards, surely I will be alright.

And then,
I take the urgent hopes that pile up,
I take the time that guides and passes us by.
And in the glass, if they pass through, it comes to mind,
That spiral pattern.

I take the counted and bundled emotions,
I take the widened and colored smiles,
Because every time the clear sky embraces them,
I feel as if I can make a fresh start.

The murmuring premonitions become a small vision.
Someday, I want to be honest about this secret.

Flowing out, drawing, and opening up,
Reflecting, ringing, and turning around,
Even if it's a small lie, through those fingertips,
It will pass through.

Separating, breaking, and running,
Returning, satisfying, and singing,
And if I rescue the faintly distant days,
And reflect them,

Breaking into a run, I dive into the miracle.
Gazing upwards, I wave my hands at the light.
The interweaving orb calls me.
REFLECTIA.

Towards a quivering tomorrow that draws nearer,
Towards a musical future that fills my dreams,
Wherever this brand new sky takes me,
I will soar high without limit.