The times stars are fallin’, to see the back of a prayer, being beyond embarrassing.
Already, I might be dead, in someone’s dream. Or, already, those who might be dead, someone dreams.
Having dull headache in this morning, to go down on my hands and knees, Etenraku I hear.
At Tanabata the Star Festival on the seventh night of July, because dawn has not come yet, to say adieu. Or, at Tanabata the Star Festival on the seventh night of July, not to get tired of living this era, to love you for killing time.
The end of the days come, to live in your free, a woman cries.