Kitto.

I was watching a crystal clear dream..
An eternity so tender.
A faint voice like the wind..
Is calling for me from high up in the sky.

If we fly off we can go anywhere,
If a fragment of the future..
Can be seen between held hands..
Then in the light..
Everything..
Words and thoughts..
Sway back and forth.
I'll be sure to pass them to you..
In the distance..
Without leaving anything behind.