Circle

He throws back and forth on the waves he flies
He is master of the war
The Lord's back, his flying, one-way patrol
Make a circle of sum one’s way around
Form a circle like a sum form a circle of harmony

It's not black, it's white, it’s black
Dye it with your hand, and guide it as it is
It's not a shadow that gets too much light

The distant blue sky-sea boat
A color that is only an ordinary vision
Still mixed, grab, retreat, etc
Sink deeper than one can see
Still, I see you

It's not black, it's white, it's black
It's not a shadow that gets too much light
See color for sure

He throws back and forth on the waves he flies
He is master of the war
The Lord's back, his flying, one-way patrol
Make a circle of sum one's way around
Form a circle like a sum form a circle of harmony

A halting sunset
It is as if he were trying to say so
All the ends are due to the passing of the sun

It is because the sight is different
This is the harp that shakes with the rest of the sound rather than with the mouth to speak

I can’t think of the sky forever
What is wanting in a trifle which cannot be broken more than
"The finger does not reach, and the heart does reach."[イディオム·格言的]
He who sees the stars, far before their birth."
He is the one who tries to portray his death in a beautiful light

It is because the eyes are different in general
This is the harp that shakes with the rest of the sound rather than with the mouth to speak