Let’s raise our flag for a worthy cause,
‘Cause we’re imbeciles.
To learn of light, we have to know the darkness… so don’t cry!
Even if everything were to fall into place, is there really no hope?
Can we ever get closer to hope with nothing to our name?

The shadow from that moment of brilliant ideals,
Still crawls along, becoming one with the darkness.

I want to travel the sky every so often, seeing the blue of a different world;
I admired those colors that dyed without hesitation.
Like a young boy, I want to look down from on high!
There’s a version of myself here, looking at me with judging eyes.

How far can we manage to go without losing our ideals?
All the while pretending we want to get closer to reality — so dry.
One can truly taste sweetness once they know of bitterness,
Even if it means you’ll lose something in the process.

The scent that evaporates off the smothered asphalt is the sign of summer’s beginning,
Marked by a torrential rain that closes the rainy season.
A yet unknown daybreak,
And the horizon’s end lurking there,
Won’t end within sight… but within a trance, or vision.

That endless sky, even now, is closer than we think…
But the illusion that we might be able to reach it still seems so far-off.
Like a young boy, I want to look down from on high!
To say we can’t go back amounts to nothing more than playing tough.

The young boy simply declared it had reached its end that day.
And those wings that were supposed to have carried you…

I want to travel the sky every so often, seeing the blue of a different world;
I admired those colors that dyed without hesitation.
Like a young boy, I want to look down from on high!
To say we can’t go back amounts to nothing more than playing tough.
There’s a version of myself here, looking at me with judging eyes.

錦の御旗を掲げよう
僕らはボンクラ
闇を知ればこそ光を知れる　don’t cry
全部揃っていたとしても希望なんてないのかい
何もなくても希望に寄り添えるか

華やかなりし時代の陰は
今や華やかささえも影をひそめ交わる

たまには空を飛んで違う世界の青を見たい
ためらわず染まる色彩に憧れた
少年のように高く見下ろしていたい
僕を睨む僕がここにいる

理想を失わないままでどこまで行けるか
現実に寄り添いたいフリしたdry
人は苦さを知ってこそ甘さを味わえるのさ
例え君が何かを失ったとしても

むせび立つアスファルト蒸発する匂いは
梅雨明けの豪雨真夏前の兆し
まだ知らぬ夜明け前
その先に潜む地平の果ては
目に終えず　夢現か幻か

見果てぬ空は今も思うよりも近いのに
見上げたら届いてしまう幻想は遠くて
少年のように高く見下ろしていたい
戻れないなんて強がりさ

少年はあの日ただ終わりを告げたんだろう
あなたを乗せるはずの背中の翼は…

たまには空を飛んで違う世界の青を見たい
ためらわず染まる色彩に憧れた
少年のように高く見下ろしていたい
戻れないなんて強がりさ
僕を睨む僕がここにいる