The stars are born, then die again
They repeat the same thing for eternity
The next day, the next world, and the next after that
They are born, then vanish--o, those stars

Parallel to the flow of returning time,
I live within the past I lost
With a brief, orderly light,
I shine on the wandering travelers

I shall show you my power
It is a very tiny power indeed
When I combined it with yours
It became a vast power

Let us clasp our hands neatly
Slipping our fingers together
Without creating any gaps
Let everyone become a ring
Gaze up at the heavens
And radiate the light of peace

Time that had piled up for several thousand years
Erased even the fleeting dreams of the stars
I shall shut a fairy tale that I'd begun to read
And light a single lamp in the evening

When I opened the westward shuttered door
The shadows of night crept in and rotted away
The crimson moon rising in the dark night
Foretells an endless beginning

For whose sake is your rage?
That which nests in a heart
That runs rampant in a cave of deep sorrow
Is a world of lies and deceptions

Let us softly murmur
Words of the underworld
And let gold and silver rain pour
Let us spread tale a bit
Of the courage of your back
And express an extravagant smile

Let us clasp our hands
Open our hearts
And search for the midday light
When we layer our voices
Harmonize our breaths
And create a beautiful resonance
Then we shall protect our star