Nanairo No Sora No Octave/The Octave Of The Sky Of Seven Prismatic Colours (english)

From the sky of seven prismatic colours, placed to the overflowing light
Leaving to you, can the emotion be reached??

I look up to the night sky, fragments of sound
One, two... Forming a score*.

Reaching for the letter, opening and looking
Gently... It has your sweet scent.

In the varying moods tears flow...

Emotions are reaching from the language of your composition
Please, let me hear your voice.

I protect you from "must" things, at least by finding them

Constantly I shake your figure from my heart...**

The seven colours, I return into a dream

Time would be experienced, like emotions pass

Emotions are reaching from the language of your composition
Please, let me hear your voice.

I'll never forget the feelings of the seven colours
But I won't reach for you; the voice whispers...

"I think of you secretly"