Sekai wo utta otoko no theme (roundabout satellite)

No matter where we're standing on this earth, you're always at the other end, it's too far away. All we made or wrote down or depicted, like a lost love song to the universe, reaches no one, there is no one to hear it, or so journey, on a roundabout satellite ?

They come right back down. What do we do with feelings returned back to their origin ?
Line up the ragged edges and make a new world.
To the end of all time.
Do we have to do this on our own ?
Maybe if we just stand still, all comes
Into sharp focus...