That flower bloomed from a seed that fell over there
Will continue on as another seed sometime after it withers

Your footprints change every time you move forward but
You’re constantly tormented by what seems like forever

Running through the wasteland on these two legs
Going, going, that’s all there is to it
Are you ready to leave for tomorrow?

Suddenly unsure of yourself, but fate is
Calling, calling, calling you
Well then, just live it all

I’ll say it again and again -the world is beautiful
Because you won’t give up on it
Though the story to the last episode may be predetermined
For now, it’s right here – be yourself and shine on

When that flower falls, though it may be oblivious to its own role
Someone around it most likely knows

Cut through the sea breeze, getting a lungful
Going, going, breathe
Are you ready to leave today?

Unsure of yourself at times, it’s a repetition
Calling, calling, you can hear it
Well then, just live it all

I’ll say it again and again -the world is beautiful
Because you won’t give up on it
In times of chaos, gaze into a brilliance the way you are, mired in mud
Hoping that a night heading towards sadness will continue to shine without faltering

We’ll see each other again when we come full circle
Even after the last episode
Someone will continue to relate about their time spent living with you

Hope to see you again with a smile on our faces
If eternity doesn’t exist
Then these terrible times can’t last forever

Through excess of miracles, you will all
Run through, run toward the present