The dream you have is written in ancient ink, like a prayer put to paper,
But the things your small hands long for are no longer anywhere to be found.
Nonetheless, you walk a path where beautiful things remain beautiful,
And I get the feeling that’s something I want to protect.
The sky and water stain this planet, as if drawing a pale rainbow before fading away;
On such blinding nights, I wonder just how far the sound of your singing voice can reach.
The light of this blue planet, on which dreams lie, had us simply in love;
For the sake of just one future, we’ll try to put everything into a single song,
Taking off into a still darkened sky.