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In no real world I floated to the night sky
I also drew stars on the black canvas today
Aaa-aa-aah~
The quietness,
the instinct not controlled and something I should rely on
I heard the angel crying,
her voice rang out into the sky

Her cry was an immoral melody
She dusted her tears over the beautiful
starry sky

Dancing stardust I looked over in the night
Still I was laughing,
I was crying.
I was breathing.

The quietness,
time going on and something I should shelter
Reflected anxiety and a deformed moon

The hope I drew was
colorless flowers
I looked up to the starry sky I could not reach

The stardust was likely to fall,
I was sheltering for it not to disappear
I was sheltering,
I was hoping.
I was so happy.

If the sky lost its color again one day
I could paint over the sky again and again
in this spiral

Her cry was an immoral melody
She dusted her tears over the beautiful
starry sky

Hope was so brilliant

In this utopia I also draw dancing stardust today
I am laughing,
I am crying.
I am alive.
In the night sky I also draw my dream today
In this real world,
I can't avoid
everything.