Orange Range

Time passes, and the wind
Again dances toward tomorrow, brushing my skin
No, we won't start off with "I was waiting"
In the sky, look, a flower of stars

I can see the stars between a rift in the clouds, the moon shines, as though asking a question
The wind is blowing somewhere, and the horizon continues on forever
The trees that have endured their pain were cured by the moonlight, and have cried
The rules spin around and change day by day; the flow of time is cruel and smooth

The shadows stretch out, the sun sets, the story starts with the sound of footsteps
Changing from white to black in an instant, time stops for a moment, and it's a different atmosphere
Light stretches from the ground to the sky, and everything was created by the light
The darkness brings forth silence and motion, and tonight something is projected that I can't see

Time passes, and the wind
Again dances toward tomorrow, brushing my skin
No, we won't start off with "I was waiting"
In the sky, look, a flower of stars

Shadow lurks in light and darkness
My alter ego says nothing
Suddenly you disappear
And suddenly reappear

I'm enveloped in stillness, and time moves on once again
The moon casts a shadow on this world of dakness
The world turns round and round, and the day changes again to tomorrow
From east to west, dark to light

I'm enveloped in stillness, and time moves on once again
The moon casts a shadow on this world of dakness
The world turns round and round, and the day changes again to tomorrow
From east to west, dark to light
Time revolves, and the sky changes again

Time passes, and the wind
Again dances toward tomorrow, brushing my skin
No, we won't start off with "I was waiting"
In the sky, look, a flower of stars