A super-illusion that tore off and fell, saying "There's nothing like things to be afraid of."
Without looking back, I rushed off to Shangri-la.
Since there aren't any answers anywhere, and no one answers me, I just decided it was something to check with my own eyes.
The sun rises in India, the endless cycle of death and rebirth of the whole creation begins.
Collect the power of Buddha in yourself, and pierce through the stratus to the heavens.
Over and over again that voice shows the way to this me.
Then, let's go, riding on a gold and silver cloud to the other side of a world that hasn't been seen before.
I just wanted to know everything, but the more I learn, every time I think "it was better not to know."
In the vivid primary colored Shangri-la, today too longing sings blindly.
Without a sound, real resounds with its opposite.
Shove the blade of conviction into the gears of deceit.
The boundary line between red and black, without form it conceives picturesque scenery.
Over and over again that voice shows the way to this me.
Then, let's go, riding on a gold and silver cloud to the other side of a world that hasn't been seen before.
Never let me down, before it's too late.
Tonight let me go, before it's too late.
Never let me down, before it's too late.
Tonight let me go,
The moon that catches the monkey resounds.
Over and over again that voice shows the way to this me.
Then, let's go, riding on a gold and silver cloud to the other side of a world that hasn't been seen before.