2 o'clock in the morning at the railroad crossing, telescope on my shoulders
The radio tied to my waist said it wouldn't rain
After two minutes, you came with way too many things
Shall we begin watching the night sky and searching for falling stars?
To avoid being swallowed by the darkness,
I earnestly considered holding your trembling hand that night
Searching for things we can't see, we looked into the telescope
A number of new voices were born which sliced through the darkness
Tomorrow was calling for us, but we never gave it a proper response
We chased the comet named "the present" together
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