The camera sees what we can't imagine.
Please, please, please, I don't want to return.
I don't want to return...
Like the immature child screams "I don't want to leave!"
These are the materials of dreams.
And those first few photos taken,
colors we'd never see, unimaginable hues.
While Earth is so ordinary.
The carnival screams of kids
are reminiscent of the astronauts.
No, I don't want to return...