The shadows of clouds are stitched together at twilight,
As migrating birds carry off a stage curtain of light.
Radiating greedily in all directions,
The sight of it falling upon the Earth is just like fireworks.
In order to take flight,
I’ll access those closed off memories!
No matter how far I read on…
Drying my throat to achieve resonance…
This world won’t come winding back.
So exceeding the framework of 0 to 1, bewildered by emotions flying to and fro,
I’ll proceed onward!
It’s said that beyond the air currents, twisting high,
Are the things I yearn for… and a map displaying the route to my ideal future.
My choices will be in an exchange with someone’s lamentation,
Each single step I take…
… but nonetheless, my feet can’t stop,
Until the key to remembering everything is in my hands!
No one will point out the way for me:
I’m always my own administrator!
Exceeding the framework of 0 to 1, those emotions flying to and fro,
Will eventually connect with my heart.
I’ll begin the continuation of those closed off memories,
Right here and now.
Memories of pain… Warm memories that resembled the sun…
I’ll take note of them all!
In the future that’s fated to come,
This world I’ve chosen will surely be deciphered by someone!
I don’t mind if my voice resonates or recoils –
Within this constantly flowing time,
There even exists,
That one page that seemed all but lost…