A wreath of trialets. (Remix)

A wreath of trialets.

The blue sky is frozen like the truth...
there are no clouds, only greatness.
It is unthinkable for us to comprehend infinity...
the blue sky is frozen like the truth...
either reality or mysticism.
Where are those subtle differences?
The blue sky is frozen like the truth...
there are no clouds, only greatness.

There are no clouds, only greatness.,
It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.
We are looking for an answer just for the sake of availability.
There are no clouds, only greatness.,
The liner will write its indifference
The handwriting is white, sprawlingly confused.
There are no clouds, only greatness.,
It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.

It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.
What is called the heavenly shadow.
Life runs by in crazy minutes,
It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.
The sun and moon share the same routes
Roads that are not yet known are being drawn.
It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.
What is called the heavenly shadow.

What is called the heavenly shadow.
The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.
Up there, we hear a wordless song.
What is called the heavenly shadow.
Those who abandoned the narrow cloisters,
They rush into the heights after the fast birds.
What is called the heavenly shadow.
The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.

The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.
Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.
The cosmos will shoot out like a bright comet.
The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.
Constellations look at them tenderly and sincerely,
The Love between them is imperishable
The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.
Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.

Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.
To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.
Only love lives in us unchanged.
Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.
Virgo-Fortune, a exchangeable coin
Not for the lazy or the pragmatic.
Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.
To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.

To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.
The blue sky is frozen like the truth...
pulled by a magnet, like electrostatics,
To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.
An old book about Star Soldiers,
The one that was repeatedly thumbed through in childhood.
To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.
The blue sky is frozen like the truth...

the blue sky is frozen like the truth...
There are no clouds, only greatness,
I'm walking through the stars to you mentally.
The blue sky is frozen like the truth...
your son looks with radiant eyes,
He looks so much like you, to the point of indecency.
The blue sky is frozen like the truth -
There are no clouds, only greatness.

There are no clouds, only greatness.,
It's like it's wrapped in a fragile shell.
What is called the heavenly shadow.
The dome of the sky and the starry harbor.
Everyone is obsessively attracted to the universe.
To the mysteries of worlds, undiscovered galaxies.
Love will live forever unchanged.
The blue sky is frozen like the truth...

it is unthinkable for us to comprehend infinity...

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