Oh,mama,can\'t you see that wanderful guy/

　　Whom I think of from day to night/

　　Yes,only he/

　　Among the countless stars/

　　Shines out the brightest light/

　　That\'s the light of GOLD SAINT/

　　Brilliant,warm and more-high/

　　Ha-sh,my baby,ha-sh now/

　　Just face about the profound/

　　And let me scrutinize your back/

　　With tears of eleven years/

　　With dreams of eleven years/

　　With feelings of eleven years/

　　If there\'s an another chance/

　　Would you make the same choice/

　　To destroy the SIGHING WALL/

　　Then dance about in the Milky Way/

　　Dance,dance and dance/

　　Following the signs of the zodiac/

　　As long long ago/

　　When we\'re all the atoms of cos mos/

　　Tiny but free/

　　(END)

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