Transition between dreams and reality,
passing over the happiness, overlooking the pain.
I am sure, walking here right next to me,
you'll be released from frailty, never fearing to fall.
Just keep straight ahead, don't look back at all.
Only see that it can be so magical and unbelievable.
You'll arrive when the darkness begins to break,
let's go out for a while and cross schemes of color and time.
Transition, changing places over again,
the suitcases are going to arrive, are you ready to leave?