Dantalian no Shoka

The moon silently tells
with a voice unheard by all
of the ever-repeating rise of the tide.,
whose sight I remember from my fading memories.
The stars secretly tell,
with letters known by none,
of infinite, swirling words
that birth books beyond count.
The sky is too vast for one such as me,
and the pace of time is far too swift.
Forever lost,
the words gathered for naught
will simply rot away inside the earth.
Even so I will shout out,
I will raise my voice not knowing why.
At least its echo can reach the heavens,
and before long the sun will rise.

– Opening 1