To someone, because of someone, someone is
Just floating away on shimmering ripples
For the present time, with the present time, the present time has
an idea connected, provided it's deja vu
Amidst the fake scenery
I alone had options, but
the next situation was changed
What is the power to find an exit?
From where do dreams come to people?
Though I have these questions, the result is the same
The one truth was not just one
No matter what, this planet without definite form does not vanish
I made a point to not say it; when that is secretly lost
It becomes something kind in my memories
On this night, with this night, this night's
Duration, if we swim through it, we will not be noticed
With before, during before, before then
I had already made preparations with temporary will
The MUSICA will end soon
Therefore the weight was similar to that of air
If we were to meet somewhere else
I probably would not be believed, so it is impossible
If people move in accordance to their dreams
Everyone would smile having waited anxiously
Someday there will be resolution, the me of that day
Will not be able to feel these meteor fragment-like surroundings
Though I can say it, do not make record
Of its leaving someday, it is just the passing-through point
The one truth was not just one
No matter what, this planet without definite form does not vanish
I made a point to not say it; when that is secretly lost
It is becoming something kind in my memories