When day is out, I can see in the sky
Plentyful forests made with the stars
In cold night, I can feel thee near-by,
Goddess of asters no matter thou art so far

But in my sorrow I need to see
Beatiful sunsets, precious to thee
And in my travels when they're too long
I just pay worship with this sweet song

Everytime I gaze the blue sky
Filling thy grace with love tears my eyes
In thy face see the space
In my cry, hear a sigh
Praying for thy light

burning ship crossing the sky by day,
Sailing the morning, light is its trace
silver ship for love starting the chase
When the [bad word] the light dies away