It's okay if reality feels lonely.
We’re connected through the Internet.
Even if this world has no warmth, no scent,
and maybe even feels desolate—
through telepathy, somehow,
we can still feel something real.
It's like a whisper from an angel...
I'm drifting through the ether.
And in this transparent heart,
there's still a trace of an angel—
you feel it too, don't you?