I want to see you, but this trembling finger
Yes, it's just touching your image in a dream
Every time you say "see you later"
"No. I don’t want that." is what comes out
"I want to see you."
I want to see you and yet
This hand is unable to touch you anymore
For even if it reached that star
A reply "Towards the sky where you are not"
Hey, I feel like I'm about to reach
Following the redness that separates us
Because you were here, I was myself
Well then, what can this present self becomе?
Wanting to cry but wearing this smiling mask
Still rejecting it, thе infection known as "Love"
I don't feel like catching it from anyone but you
So could you open your eyes?
"A response." Towards you who is timid
I’ll say "I have arrived"
"Leaving nothing behind, I've come to meet you"
"This is your song, right? Have confidence, OK?"
Well then, my present self, me who is yours…
Saying "I've received it", that much is fine
It was a song where I barred everything for you
"No, I'm still singing it" I say bashfully
As you are watching from inside me...