You haven't parted a sea,
Or created that legendary boat,
But still, to me you're divine
A whimsical sort of messiah

I have to do something quick,
Or else this will become mythology,
I won't tell anyone, though

It's a monopolistic sort of idea,
Sort of like the expected sort of boyish embarrasment
An angel who's a little tired smiles

You haven't flown into the sky,
Or sprouted feathered wings
For forever and ever, I will wait
For your voice to rescue me again

Aaah,
That is almost like the brightest star in the sky,
It's always, still in my pocket
A hidden-away piety

If I'm going to get my hopes up, I should just calm down a little
On the other hand, I'm quite confident in this, though

The angel who had saved me,
Seems to finally ask of things such as self-conviction
But I don't think I have the qualifications to answer

You're a proper, living human
You're bad with winters,
But of course, if snow were to fall
You're a messiah who would go out and play

Aah,
Like a flower that's been raised with care
That's a beauty of the seasons,
That comes simply to even Marry Rouch

You haven't parted a sea,
Or created that legendary boat,
But still, to me you're divine
A whimsical sort of messiah


Aaah,
That is almost like the lifespan of a galaxy,
To the point where it comes naturally to me,
You're sort of like my messiah,
Yes, that is my messiah

TL note: I have zero clue who/what Marry Rouch is I googled this phrase and it told me that Marry Roach is an author...? but i cant possibly imagine why harumaki would reference her she's not really notable.