Someone's song quietly flowing-amidst the mist*softly
Glistening like a drop of water-the timbre plays-the 
music of the beat**

Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Now made to listen softly-to that trembling voice

Shining in the evening mist-a song of rapture and 
anguish-resounds

Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice

Limitlessly, bluely, deeply-to the origin of the 
transparent sky
If I can return someday
Alone in a world with limitations-let's be sure to be 
damaged and collapse
The beat still circulating-it heals the wounds

Changing colors like the morning mist the timbre plays-

Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice

Limitlessly, high, far-like the fickle clouds
If I can become free someday
Within a time with limitations I seem to go astray and 
break but
The beat still searches for the sleeping you

Limitlessly, bluely, deeply-to the origin of the 
transparent sky
If I can return someday
Alone in a world with limitations-let's be sure to be 
damaged and collapse
The beat still circulating-it heals the wounds

Fangs are bitten off before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice
Fangs are bitten off before reason awakens
Burn the disconnected senses