Story writer of the Skies,
With those hands of yours,
With that love pen of yours,
Write the end
For the Skies
For hands opened all at once
For eyes opened all at once
For drawings sketched all at once
Light shines
And voices that split our future now surf those light-years!

Story writer of the Skies,
In those hands of yours
And finally in this bud you hold
Create love
For the Skies
For hands opened all at once
For eyes opened all at once
For drawings sketched all at once
Light shines
And this story's sequel that splits our future now starts!