Your eyes, turning back, forth, and around,
are searching around on the station's platform.
A fanfare echos in the atmosphere.
While the town is making a lot of rattling noise,
even now we are still not aware yet of the lies
told by the place where everything initially began.

I sound the train's bell of departure,
ignoring the silhouettes yelling "why, what",
and let the train enter a secret tunnel.
Pressing my hand against my restless bosom,
for the time being I tried lending my ears
to the world that would very soon disappear.

Sorry.
I have a feeling that we won't see each other again.
Destiny is laughing at us.

I have broken through the critical point,
and gone way past my upper limit,
while the absolute control over me is crumbling down.
From the end boundary of a world made of 0's and 1's,
I yell: "World's end is nothing more than a theory."

While my gears turn 'round and 'round out of control,
I wonder where the key is that will fix and rewind them.
"Beware of crevices."
Exchanging such words of mischief,
I utter to a world where very soon
emergency entrance and exit should open up.

Farewell.
Unable to find out where the string I'm pulling on leads me,
I become entangled and fall down.

I am looking forward to a sudden twist in the plot.
The chance of survival can be calculating by dividing into 0.
A stalemate is sneakily approaching.
From the end boundary of a world of crossed wires and lines,
I utter: "World's end is nothing more than yesterday's fantasy."
I'm just praying for you.

The emergency bell rung in the eve of a revolution
conveys a pure-hearted maiden's lovesickness
and a shocking prophecy that's never heard before.
Since the last train will pass through here soon,
gather your luggage before getting on the ark.
The law of cause and effect, being broken from a single point,
is to be continued.
In the boys and girls' Book of Revelation,
there's a Ragnarok celebrating the joy of life
as well as the final battle Armageddon.
You'll disclose a secret of the world.

I've been watching from the final stop all along.
Biting into the forbidden fruit,
I was quite bored for a very long time.
Fatalism is nothing more than a wild fantasy.
Should I press my luck and destroy the structure of this world,
right now?

I have broken through the critical point,
and gone way past my upper limit,
while the absolute control over me is crumbling down.
From the end boundary of a world made of 0's and 1's,
I yell: "World's end is nothing more than a theory."

Just why am I here?
Nothing will move anymore,
but I have a feeling that you will come to see me soon,
so I will close my eyes.