Gaikotsu Gakudan to Riria

The silent god has given up on sound and is letting the crybaby sky turn to a tearful moonlit night sing a song no one knows. In the grey theatre, Orion is by the window

I can hear my lonely, clumsy voice again and again A rusty instrument plays a fantasy on the ocean I remembered in my dreams I just gathered up the tones I remembered The song of the star-trotting journey I spun as if it were sprouting doesn't reach you

Look, I was singing and I cried. I was floating and dancing at the music festival. Can you hear me? Lomia Lomia. How many years have passed since we last met? I fell in love like magic, as if I didn't notice

The people of a boring country who drank up words Searching for something they had lost The melted antique days blocking the mirror The ruins of Mars Cassiopeia at noon

I hear it again and again In the rain of forgotten sounds The painted skeletons seem to fill my lonely imagination The distant, drowning, hazy sky Take me to a world where it rains without me knowing

Hey, my eyes are blooming with moisture, and I'm rushing to a faraway country. I wish upon the stars, Romia Romia. I'll go through the gates, through the mist, and even if they steal me away, I'll go and meet them, relying on their whispers

Walking through the streets in a winter glass bottle, it's like a movie somewhere, on a long narrow railroad track, give me color

A fragment of sound I found on a fleeting, quiet morning that peels off as soon as I touch it

Look, I was singing and crying I was floating and dancing at the music festival You can hear it Romia Romia How many years have passed since we last met I fell in love like magic Before I cooled down like I was sleeping

I closed my eyes, put my hands on you, and listened to your heartbeat deep inside. A continuous melody to you, an unnamed person