Sit here, don’t hide
Tell me, I’ll listen
Trust me, old people know
That miraculous reality
When the earnestness can be heard from faraway
That sometimes reaches the faraway galaxy

Some people deny this
Saying it’s just a folk tale
At the tip of your old memory
It’s time to open the times that you’ve already predicted

A heart that waited for a miracle (do you believe in me?)
A heart that needed a miracle (don’t hide)
A heart that believed in a miracle (do you believe in me?)
A heart that hoped for a miracle
A heart desperate for a miracle (do you believe in me?)
That heart, that heart (I believe) that heart

In a place, far far away in space
You still remain so clear
When the earnestness can be heard from faraway
That sometimes reaches the faraway galaxy