Orange that had tried nibbling on the moon...
Boredom is a sin. Dreary fruit...
A memory that lingers... the breath of an insect...
...Produced by you. Farewell! That which is painful, sweet, and so sweet remains.
I show the spinning world a dream.
If the moon traces this narrow road,
I shall be able to go... to your town.
Even though tomorrow is another thing I don't know about,
Perhaps... certainly, I will be able to meet you.
The sketch of time was shut in.
Each time I see that grin... that which is painful, sweet, and so sweet burns.
The spinning world is dreaming.
If that one loneliness overflows, I want you to let me hear your voice.
Even though before my eyes becomes cloudy and I can't move,
Perhaps... certainly, I will be able to start walking.
If the moon traces this narrow road, I shall be able to go... to your town.
No matter what, this promise cannot be exchanged.
Even though tomorrow is another thing I don't know about,
Perhaps... certainly, in a pure white world, you will be able to begin to laugh.
My shadow begins to dissolve with the night.
I am watching an orange-colored moon.