When I show my consent to the clock’s shadow, The final door begins to open in the darkness. A dangerous answer lurks there, just out of sight, And the dreams of today become the taboos of tomorrow.
Heaven and Earth are reflected in an upside-down labyrinth, And the gears have begun to turn. If I listen closely among the throngs of people, I hear the sound of that bell, calling me up to the sky.
There’s nothing left but to go onward to the end of the infinite, Since this is the future I’ve chosen. Unreachable summer clouds sway in a haze of heat, But someday I’ll get back to the place where I can smile.