In my left hand, a double-edged sword was shining.
In my remaining right hand, there was someone I needed to protect.
I continue to advance on the pitch-black map. I dive alone.
Where the torch’s orange light reaches. Lined up, there were checkered patterns.
Golem’s tears
Follow in one’s footsteps
Flowers are in bloom there
Golem’s tears
Who are you thinking of?
A flower that does not wither
I wonder what image is shining in your tomorrow.
Let’s go look for it. Let’s go together.
I just advance on the map above my head. I turn back to talk.
In the passion of the orange torch. We, lined up, were swaying.
Golem’s tears
Follow in one’s footsteps
Flowers are in bloom there
Golem’s tears
Who are you thinking of?
A flower that does not wither
Golem’s tears
Golem’s tears
Follow in one’s footsteps
Flowers are in bloom there
Golem’s tears
Who are you thinking of?
A flower that does not wither