You've started dyeing into grey
And are vaguely spending your time again
Clung to the ceiling
Digesting the moment
We can't notice it, so it's hard to accept
Leave behind the things you've neglected
Prisoner to sensation
Purifying the moment
Hello hello
The weekend when I stared at my frozen fingers
The miracle of the night sky that you looked over toward
Hello Hello
The locked up white breath and a proof of life
As to whisper good-bye to the night sky beyond
I remembered your hand
That touched me, seeming lonely
As to say "See you again"
Did I remember it?
Blindness and judgment
Possessed by sinking space and a misty sensation
Disappeared with the true form of farewell
Assimilating the proof of existence
Hello hello
The moment I stared at the wrong destination
The miracle of the night sky that you were watching
Hello hello
The locked up white breath and a proof of life
As if it gave a name to your starry sky
Ah... I want to end up as mere chance
I want to twist the line of emotions and recover tomorrow
Hello hello
The weekend when I stared at my frozen fingers
The miracle of the night sky that you looked over toward
Hello hello
The white breath I breathed out and a proof of life
As to whisper good-bye to the starry sky beyond