Guardians of nights
Carefully listen
Sounds of steps
Blended with your thoughts
Cold wind blows
Knocking on you
And swaying your hair
Mysteries of lives
Unravel
From the forest
Changing the forms
Freely enter you
Step into you
Dots and dots make a line
And lights come up
The point where we cross
Marching of the night
Eyes in the dark
Sounds of steps
Calling the voices
Freely enter you
Inmost you
Dots and dots make a line
Lights come up
The point where we cross
Words are sliding out
Sound the footsteps
Through the dark
Share the lights
Sound the footsteps
Through the dark
Share the lights
Sound the footsteps
Sound the footsteps
On your right, to the half-moonlight
On your right, to the half-moonlight
On your right, to the half-moonlight