Our last number was composed of four small promises,
They swore to last across the most distant provinces.
A fragile harmony, tender though it stung at times.
Because chasing rainbows is just another one of our crimes.

The etude of solitude will echo through the eons,
Words engraved in gold, made to be shown in future museums.
The answer lies out there, behind someone’s domain;
But as long as it feeds his greed, we’ll never see it again.

Was this God’s design when He gave us a heart?
Hearts that beat alike yet live so far apart;
I’ll pretend that melody of pain fades from my ears,
As I hold my chest with anger, hiding away my tears.

My Chiaki, they say the first step to joy is conversation,
The world’s already cruel, why add to its frustration?
Though distance keeps our bodies apart, our souls share one flame,
So let’s sit for a while, and share the pain others hide away.