You can hand the moon
Wet stars are falling from your fingers like tears
Sink in the dark, homeless
SOS on the antenna, a thin vein
You catch purity
Just touch, don't be afraid of the foam
Swim beside me
Ships, let them float above you
Look at the clouds
Ships, let them float above you
Look at the clouds
(We're falling, we're falling, we're falling, we're falling)
Through our gateways
Jellyfishes' wings are flying quietly and smoothly
We hit at nine, we couldn't resist
Our ropes are ringing
Flocks of dolphins, with a wet back
We won't be reflecting on them
But it blew us down gently
Our pulse quietly subsisted
Ships, let them float above you
Look at the clouds
Ships, let them float above you
Look at the clouds