The things I couldn’t give up on,
Were just complained about, then set aside.
But If I could just learn to face the end with a smile,
I’ll never make the wrong choice again.
From this perfectly clear place,
I finally began noticing,
The shadows of the birds above;
I feel like at least one thought,
Will be able to change into a clear memory.
In the midst of these shining days,
We confirm our dried colors.
If we proceed toward the future beyond our hands shading our eyes,
We’ll dive into the sign of a simple wish.
Stay cool,
He’ll be fine, I’ll be alright too;
You can always come back home.
When standing up to the eternal fame,
Don’t be afraid to go, holding…
Leaving behind the desires we hid,
We took in hand the sense we’d been missing.
It’s easy for you to say with your rock!
Drying up, counting with your fingers, Yes or No;
Tell me about it as that shadow fades away.
Even if those cliché days,
Let us loose,
This scenery and our hazy dream,
Look almost the same overlapped.
In the midst of these shining days,
We go on confirming our dried colors.
If we proceed toward the tomorrow beyond our outstretched hands,
We’ll dive into the sign of a simple wish.
Now that we no longer allow ourselves to stop,
Our respective doors will fly right open!
The present is tinted by a dry wind,
As sunlight leaps into our eyes.
The things we couldn’t give up on,
Were like crystallized forms of our triumphs.