Today I'm not telling anyone
About a shooting star that flew by at night
I really want that feeling of riding on a roller coaster
While yawning at the midnight television
Mixed messages coming from somewhere in the noise
"I am the past"
"Distant, but still can touch"
Papa, mama: goodnight
From now on, I am making a new future
From a distant, mysterious star
Pure power is coming down
Took a detour on the way back
That day was like the first kiss
Pure power is coming down
And it's getting closer
With just a thumb, I am in love
On such a night, a shooting star flew by
Gladdened by the pictograph of a heart
Such a simple, loving feeling
Sighing at the midnight television
Mixed messages coming from somewhere in the noise
"I am the future"
"Love by radio waves is no good"
Papa, mama: thank you
From now on, I am making a fondly remembered future
Deep in my heart, a new feeling is born
Words alone are no longer enough
At once not going to meet
The feeling I had before the voice came
Is transmitted by a warm hand
It's okay; I'm here
From a distant, mysterious star
Pure power is coming down
Took a detour on the way back
That day was like the first kiss
Pure power is coming down
And it's getting closer