Beneath the pale and fading moon, The morning dew slips through my hands. A song that wandered through the ages Drifts softly with the waking wind. Beyond the stars, where no one speaks, The nameless lights descend one by one. And even as their glow grows distant, They leave a quiet trace upon the dawn. 鋼の銀翼 夜明けに溶けて 遥かな夢の 彼方へ舞う 幾千の祈り 幾億の記憶 風に抱かれて 静かに眠れ もしもいつか この空の下 誰かがその名を 口ずさむなら それだけでいい それだけで―― この旅は 永遠になる When distant bells begin to fade, The sleeping world grows still again. Fragments of words once left unspoken Drift like stardust through the night. Through endless turns of fate and time, The paths we knew become the breeze. And all that once was warm and glowing Rests beneath the quiet dawn. 鋼の銀翼 夜明けに溶けて 遥かな夢の 彼方へ舞う 幾千の祈り 幾億の記憶 風に抱かれて 静かに眠れ もしもいつか この空の下 誰かがその名を 口ずさむなら それだけでいい それだけで―― この世界を紡いだ手へ。 この旅を歩いた君へ。
