plastic tree- spica
These two stars have the same name and
Maybe I heard of it from you
As if refusing to be night, there is so much brightness
In Tokyo, decorated in all different colors
I search the night sky
Hmm… I wonder which it is
Maybe none, maybe all, because I’m looking out at you
Ah, if we could hold our hands that were separated by light of the stars
If those stars, whose name I remembered, show a sign of the unreachable future
Then always, just the two of us, my nearby* friend, white Spica*
x percentage of love = what fraction…*
The answer: if it were a someone, it would be nice
Gazing at the moon, ascending a hill, wandering in the universe
I’ll sing, in a voice like a cat’s cry
I wonder how long there is
Until the night becomes day?
Don’t become a lie don’t disappear
If I could connect with the light of the star whose name seems to be forgotten
If the star whose name I remembered would shine the future that I hid away
Then certainly, the two of us, my nearby friend, white Spica.
Ah, if could hold our hands that were separated by light of the stars
If those stars, whose name I remembered, show a sign of the unreachable future
If I could connect with the light of the star whose name seems to be forgotten
If the star whose name I remembered would shine the future that I hid away
Then forever, the two of us, my nearby friend, white Spica
I hear a soft and gentle voice
Sorrowful tears fall
In my longing heart
Still we can’t meet
Still I yearn to see you
What is seen from here is us so far away
Both the past and the future can be seen
Maybe I heard of it from you
As if refusing to be night, there is so much brightness
In Tokyo, decorated in all different colors
I search the night sky
Hmm… I wonder which it is
Maybe none, maybe all, because I’m looking out at you
Ah, if we could hold our hands that were separated by light of the stars
If those stars, whose name I remembered, show a sign of the unreachable future
Then always, just the two of us, my nearby* friend, white Spica*
x percentage of love = what fraction…*
The answer: if it were a someone, it would be nice
Gazing at the moon, ascending a hill, wandering in the universe
I’ll sing, in a voice like a cat’s cry
I wonder how long there is
Until the night becomes day?
Don’t become a lie don’t disappear
If I could connect with the light of the star whose name seems to be forgotten
If the star whose name I remembered would shine the future that I hid away
Then certainly, the two of us, my nearby friend, white Spica.
Ah, if could hold our hands that were separated by light of the stars
If those stars, whose name I remembered, show a sign of the unreachable future
If I could connect with the light of the star whose name seems to be forgotten
If the star whose name I remembered would shine the future that I hid away
Then forever, the two of us, my nearby friend, white Spica
I hear a soft and gentle voice
Sorrowful tears fall
In my longing heart
Still we can’t meet
Still I yearn to see you
What is seen from here is us so far away
Both the past and the future can be seen