Flowers that sound without sound
They sing their own songs.
When the number of excellent waterfall falls
It resonates all over the world.
Cold wind
I embrace the dreariness and bloom.
Each one of them has a voice
I sing pretty dreams.
The day when the flower of the excellent water number falls
It resonates all over the world.
The stars disappearing white
I'll talk to them.
When the rain falls
It resonates in the night sky.
Deep darkness
The emptiness is shrieking and blooming.
Each stem has its own shape.
It becomes a legend and disappears.
The day when the honorific high prize water falls
It resonates in the night sky.
Even if it can not be remembered by anyone
Without even a moment's hesitation
The flowers are again the stars
Newly blooming
Each one of them has a voice
I sing pretty dreams.
The day when the flower of the excellent water number falls
It resonates all over the world.
The day when the flower of the excellent water number falls
It resonates all over the world.
It resonates all over the world.