I am a soul from another world
Who is it, standing on tiptoes and looking at the horizon?
Who is it, hooking the red thread and trembling my heartstrings?
Who is it, who whispers and smiles across time and space to my ears?
I'm supposed to take care of myself as I've come, why did you step on the line in between?
The connection between looking up
Is our love destined?
It's just because of the trick of red thread traveling through time and space
For a solemn promise
He in this life
Breaking through the barriers of time and space to find her who holds the red thread