A town of the evening and Streetlight.
The chant echoes clearly.
Basking in the moonlight on her back,
The witch sings alone
The girl hesitates, because she doesn't find out her destination.
She points the magic wand at the unknown future.
Even if bells reverberating,
I can’t be a witch in this world.
Wandering melody in the sky.
Even the resolve is blowing in the wind.
In back alley leading to the square,
She looks up at the towering clock tower.
Standing on the cobblestone,
And casting a shadow over it.
She continues to have a dilemma,
By the curses her own
Even if someone lends a hand,
her curse won't be broken.
In the past, a country collapsed by someone's impatience.
Even if I unravel the story,
I still can’t learn from you.
I play the role of your wishes.
The roles are ambivalent day to day.
Memoria of wish and prayer.
Even if bells reverberating,
I can’t be a witch in this world.
Wandering melody in the sky.
Even the resolve is blowing in the wind.
Even if I unravel the story,
I still can’t become you.
To sunrise shining on thin ice,
Shall we go on a journey to finde an answer?
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