The silver colored sky is endless
Is like a continuous fever
The short season flies by
And soaks us
Whatever you will hold
In the palm of your forlorn hand
Will end your bewilderment
The weakening rain
Hasn't even left behind
The pain in this sky
The power that draws you and the thoughts that you run into
Are painful, but embrace them
Moved by your vulnerability
I'm going to believe in the things that I can't see
I will no longer be frightened of anything
As if I was blowing through the fever
The short paleness flies past
And sways us
"After all, the days flow by..."
Looking down, what kinds of dreams are escaping?
Just as the stars will become visible and shine
We will come to know love
Without struggling along, I will wait
For the weak light to clear the night out
As tomorrow won't disappear
It's only an interrupted promise
In your burning eyes
There's an unchangeable wish
The never-ending silver sky
Is like a continuous fever
The short season flies by
And soaks us
