It's calling, from somewhere within my breast
I want to always dream of dreams that make my heart dance
Though the sadness is countless
I'm sure that beyond it, I can see you

With each mistake they repeat, people
Understand the blueness of the plain blue sky
Though the road may seem to continue without end
These hands of mine can embrace the light

The silent heart when the [bad word] for parting
The body, which will return to nothing, listens closely
The mystery of living, and the mystery of dying
Is the same for all, even the flowers, the wind, and the streets

It's calling, from somewhere within my breast
Let's draw our dreams, countlessly forever
Rather than saying all there is to say about sadness
Let's use those same lips to sing softly

Listen to the whisper I don't want to forget
Within the closing memories
Even in a mirror shattered to bits
The new scenery will be reflected

The quiet window at the start of morning
Let the body, which will return to nothing, be satisfied
I won't search any longer beyond the sea
Something shining will always be by me
Because I've found it within myself