Orange that had tried nibbling on the moon...nBoredom is a sin. Dreary fruit...nnA memory that lingers... the breath of an insect...n...Produced by you. Farewell! That which is painful, sweet, and so sweet remains.nnI show the spinning world a dream.nnIf the moon traces this narrow road,nI shall be able to go... to your town.nEven though tomorrow is another thing I don't know about,nPerhaps... certainly, I will be able to meet you.nnThe sketch of time was shut in.nEach time I see that grin... that which is painful, sweet, and so sweet burns.nnThe spinning world is dreaming.nnIf that one loneliness overflows, I want you to let me hear your voice.nEven though before my eyes becomes cloudy and I can't move,nPerhaps... certainly, I will be able to start walking.nnIf the moon traces this narrow road, I shall be able to go... to your town.nNo matter what, this promise cannot be exchanged.nEven though tomorrow is another thing I don't know about,nPerhaps... certainly, in a pure white world, you will be able to begin to laugh.nnMy shadow begins to dissolve with the night.nI am watching an orange-colored moon.