Running... Running. I stop the breathing.
Touch... It disappears. See you later, goodbye.
That fruit takes on a ripened color,
And trickling out, the sweet scent invites.
Running... Running, in a world devoid of all.
Red... Sprinkling in air. Indistinct, standing still.
All of them point fingers at me as the bad girl.
"Follow the sound of handclaps. Hey, which way is tomorrow?"
Time ends the beats.
Please... Don't leave me behind.
The screams turn to ash.
Embracing the dream that surges forth for just a moment...
Running, running. You're too kind.
Hurrying, separating. The warmth is painful.
I hear the playful voices of the children.
"Follow the sound of the handclaps. Hey, which way is the miracle?"
If I could use magic,
Please... Let Loneliness disappear.
My prayer will reach, I suppose?
As a traveling companion, over thousands, billions of moments.
You touch me.
Please... Don't look at me so much.
If my sins can be forgiven,
I don't want to say any more goodbyes.
--I hear a gentle voice. Thank you...
--That's right, the night will come to its end.