The camera sees what we can't imagine.
Please, please, please, I don't want to return.
I don't want to return...
Like the immature child, screaming "I don't want to leave!"
These are the materials of dreams.

And those first few photos taken,
full of colors we'd never see, and unimaginable hues.
While Earth is so ordinary.
The carnival screams of kids
are reminiscent of the astronauts.
I don't want to return...

The carnival screams of kids,
are reminiscent of the astronauts.
I don't want to leave...