I was riding Braid at midnight.

Distancing myself from my painful vow.

As he galloped I held on so tight

for my heart was too heavy to carry on.

A captive girl came into view.

Bathed in lights born from laughter and a thousand tears.

Braid said,

"It must be you who saves her."

So I opened the rusty door of "tower".

One step, Each step,

Going further, higher...

Now fly, from this crumbling cage and hear my sigh.

(You feel this shower of starlight?)

And I'll travel on to the end of night.

(Be free and cheerful!)

Tiny teardrops breaks the shackles...

I say to you,

"Bye for good, Princess."