一分の隙もなく 黒い着物を着た女が
今、船に乗って 海を渡る
物静かに白い手を組み
遠く空行く 雲の流れ追う人優し

He might be a dream
Or a light beam
Across HERE and THERE
He'd grown up in the darkness
Then woke up by a sadness
It was early morning in the forest
Filled up milky mist

He'd run out whole his life
Been hearing his name called by someone
But couldn't answer the caller
Yes, so rapidly
So I couldn't know where he was
And I don't know where he is
Only the mist might be still remaining there

貴女の姿は 確かにそこにあるけれど
誰も その場所へは 辿り着けない
柔らかく 唇むすび
遠い眼をして 風の行方追う人哀し

去り行く人は 何時も無口で
海の彼方へ 消え行くままに追う術はない