黄金の空の下、踊る。

それは風にそよぐ花。
そして夜を見守る炎。
ゆらゆらと、ゆらゆらと。

ひとりきり、喝采の雨を夢見て。
微睡むように。
唄うように。

Under the golden sky, she dances. She is a flower that rustles in the wind, a flame that watches over the night. She flutters, flickers.

Alone, she dreams of thunderous applause. As she dozes, as she sings...