She's in her own strange world What's the thing that makes her glad? A different world holds him What causes him to be so sad? There's a long and narrow way I traverse, here now And there's a badly rambling path Someone else travels, somewhere Is it no good for you to see those two lines never cross? Is it no good for you to see? There's something named "happiness" By the girl in the peculiar world The parallel world grows And he names it "misery" There are the colors of the sky Which I see, here now And there are the colors of the sky Someone else sees, somewhere Is it no good for you to see those two lines never cross? Is it no good for you to see? Is it no good for you to see those two lines never cross? Is it no good for you to see?