I've been looking through these eyes of black and white
for far too long. And now these deepened colors seem
so shocking. Bless the cold cold moon that moves the sea,
that makes the waves, that made this scene for me
to see and be moved.

Will my life be long enough to see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me.

Every cloud that passes by is another cloud I'll never see.
Mabye I just try too hard to understand all of these things.
Bless the hands of painters who have captured melon skies,
and starry nights for us to see and feel for all of time.

Will my life be long enough to see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me.

This life is just a blink of an eye. A glimpse into a world
we were never meant to see, so don't hang on to anything
at all. All the things we have, and all the people we
have known will fade away so quickly into the deep.

And memories of love will be the only warmth we have
in the end.