Let’s talk about the journey, where withered leaves bloom
A magician in the tower, bloodstains lingering on the asphalt
Everything I’ve seen with these eyes, I’ll record with this song, with this voice
Do you believe in talent? Do you believe in God?
If you’ve seen that, can you believe in magic?
Do you think of yourself as insignificant?
In the midst of a raging volcano, there was someone walking unburnt
On the frozen ground, there was someone walking barefoot
I couldn’t become either and quickly ran away from there
Carrying it on my back along with the backpack
When the storm comes again
Piercing the wind, deflecting the rain, shouting against it
If you’re going to live, mistakes are not wrong
The magician once called a genius disappeared from sight
Hey, if you die, it’s all over
But then, I admired the way of dying again, hated myself for it
I ran, just kept running
The sunrise was so beautiful, I engraved it into a song
Even the unpleasant past, when seen in the album, looked beautiful
I packed everything beautiful and unpleasant here
And then, I felt like I understood the meaning of beauty
When the seasons come around again, cherry blossoms fall, the sky darkens, the death flowers bloom in the cold wind
The end is lovely, isn’t it? Letting go, you finally realize
When the storm comes again
Piercing the wind, deflecting the rain, shouting against it
If you’re going to live, mistakes are not wrong
Mistakes are not wrong
In the midst of the journey, still in a hurry, full of mistakes, still on the way, a bookmark in between
Everything I’ve seen with these eyes, from now on, I’ll convey with this voice