So much like wads of silk / is your warm body heat.
May it melt to nothingness / Disappear to less than dust.

Do re mi fa so la ti do re mi～☆the tune dims, yet without,
There still sweeps a sparkling wave of notes, rhythm's dust, assuredly.

Hey, My Friend, Music!
The condition is awry, but, stir me up in my passions, and strike that beat!
Our loves don't intersect, but, like it has been from the very start, play on my heartstrings!

So much like wads of silk / is your warm body heat.
Should we never touch well then / better you ought fade to dust.

Sliding along a camel's humps～☆careens some piano ambiance.
Phrases repeat and seriously, intangibly someone's present, assuredly.

Hey, My Friend, Music!
The condition is awry, but, my emotions are surging amok, will you prod me forward!
My love strays ever stranger, but, walk we each bearing a part of my pain, this's precarious, man!

Hey, My Friend, Music!
The condition is awry, but, my emotions are surging amok, will you prod me forward...?
Hey, My Friend, Music! Hey, My Friend, Music!
The condition is awry, but, stir me up in my passions, and strike that beat!
Our loves don't intersect, but, 'till the end of this life's beginning, play my heartstrings!