I journey ahead, holding on to my lantern
All the while thinking of the oasis
That’s right, I have many guardians watching over me
This fortune will surely ring the bell of my hometown
The Princess will protect the sanctuary from evil
The King will be the sword to cut off its hand
Blessings upon the future of the girl who’d set off again
even if swallowed in the vortex of a foreign world
I journey ahead, holding on to my lantern
All the while thinking of the oasis
This is a story about a traveler
And a story about none other than you
I journey ahead, holding on to my lantern
All the while thinking of the oasis
That’s right, I have many guardians watching over me
This fortune will surely ring the bell of my hometown
If you have a duty to fulfill, you must live on
Death may be honorable, but virtuous it is not
Raise your voice, raise your fist, raise your lantern
Lift your head and remember your bonds of trust
Step after step I grow more certain
And spurred on by the fal’ma crying out to me,
I run my fingers through the stream and send my words drifting off
Now then, let’s sing in place of the monument—
the song of this land that stretches out however far
When I stand still and look to the sky,
I see the faces of my beloved family
And when I set off again and look to my side,
I see the faces of my beloved friends…
I journey ahead, holding on to my lantern
All the while thinking of the oasis
That’s right, I have many guardians watching over me
This fortune will surely ring the bell of my hometown
Don’t worry, for yesterday’s wounds have already healed
Don’t worry, for today like before, the land is on your side
Please, bring blessings upon the girl’s future…
Blessings upon her future as she sets off again