［Verse 1］ Today, I walked along Saturn’s rings again. An orbit unobserved exists and doesn’t exist at the same time. Each footprint I leave collapses one universe into certainty. I am the witness— and also the cause. The convenience store on Mars fades out before the light can reach it. The register robot keeps asking, “Who are you?” I couldn’t answer— there were too many versions of me to choose from.** **［Pre-Chorus］ Tell me— maybe the “edge of the universe” is just the limit of what we can observe. A place unseen— does it not exist, or have I simply not looked yet?** **［Chorus］ Planet Travelers—today’s destination is the Unobserved Zone. There, time flows neither forward nor backward— it only trembles softly. Planet Travelers—when I stepped off the orbit, my shadow split in two. Which one is real? There’s no answer. The journey goes on.** **［Verse 2］ In Venus’s library, “memories that never existed” are lined up on the shelves. Every page I turn reveals another me making another choice. At a café on Pluto, a breath colder than zero blurs my outline. The boundary dissolves— between “me” and the universe itself.** **［Pre-Chorus］ Tell me— the future isn’t “decided,” it’s layered. And every time I choose, only one remains— while countless versions of me quietly disappear.** **［Chorus］ Planet Travelers—today’s detour is a path that exists only by probability. Each step I take generates the ground beneath me— a universe chosen just for me. Planet Travelers—connecting the stars creates meaning only in the moment I assign it. The universe is always waiting for my interpretation.** **［Bridge］ The map of this journey— fold it, and it becomes two-dimensional. Open it, and it becomes three. Roll it, and it becomes four. Which form is “correct”? No one knows. Truth exists only in the number of observers.** **［Final Chorus］ Planet Travelers—there was never a “way home” to begin with. Even if I catch a falling star, whether it’s truly a star is for me to decide. Planet Travelers—this endless journey— I wonder if I’ll meet another version of myself somewhere. We only wanted to be “free,” but somewhere along the way we became the trembling of existence itself.**
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