somewhere far away, someone is listening closely
all over the place, people look up at the sky
whistling under the night sky
without a word we trace the constellations with our fingers
the dreams of a cold-bodied person, your cold hands
the magic of warmth lies in believing in one road
beyond the broom clouds, the grain of star
whether it's bright or dim
a light for only you
beyond the cloud in your heart, a signpost that remains unseen
now, open those hands, what will you believe in now?
on a sleepless night, there is someone crying
somewhere on the morning-greeting earth, there is someone laughing
brought to an end by reason, still lost
the magic of stepping forward lies in believing the you of tomorrow
beyond the sky, the star you were looking for that day
where did you forget it? who found it?
a light for only you
in the darkness within your heart
close your eyes and cut it open
now, open up, door
what will you find now?
a little bit of wind blew
the last magic lies in believing in the weak heart, too
beyond the broom clouds, the grain of star
whether it's bright or dim
a light for only you
beyond the cloud in your heart, a signpost that remains unseen
now, open those hands, what will you believe in now?
close your eyes, open your eyes, now
what can you hear? what can you see?
a light for only you
climb on a blue roof and look down on the night sky
there isn't a wish that won't be granted
what's opening is that hand of yours