Lyric

Countless millennia in AD, the second hand will eventually cease to move, towards a completely flat land devoid of age and worry

In a world without nights of endless worries, the sun sleeps, and the dreams of gears, long rusted and having fulfilled their purpose a long time ago

We search for something certain so that we don't die

Dressed in awkward coats, we walk backward towards the sea

Come to think of it, what was I wishing for yesterday? It seems like I've forgotten

It seems like I got overwhelmed by the endless light at the distant end of the answer

The final note resounds as if to conceal the world

Even if everything comes to an end, I think of the love and beauty that never fade

The final note still resounds as if to conceal the world

Shake the dormant lazy dreams with your colossal sway

Resound, last heartbeat, as if to expose the world

Red wings covered the sky

I'm going to awaken your Telecaster!