Putting a hand on my heart, I try to confirm
The existence called "me"
It seems to be a regularly moving countdown
My sound
There is no such thing as immortality, what is born will eventually die
Can we live only in a cage called fate?
This life shines in a given moment
I wonder how many flames I'll meet
I want to burn while emitting light
This is the proof that I lived here
The season when yellow flowers spread their seeds
Their down rides upon the wind
Finally reaching unknown ground and taking root
Repeating life
If there is soil, they will fill my empty heart
Dropping their seeds there, is there a way for them to grow?
I dream of having my wish granted, and hang my head without having it granted
The voice that can't become a sound screams in my ear
It is true that I live recklessly, rather than holding my knees
A flower's life is also a short-lived light
While wandering in a cage, I wonder where I should go?
The chains I can't see entwining my chest are the piled up weight of experience
A suffocating delight
This life shines in a given moment
I wonder how many flames I'll meet
I want to burn while emitting light
This is the proof that I lived here
I dream of having my wish granted, and hang my head without having it granted
The voice that can't become a sound screams in my ear
It is true that I live recklessly, rather than holding my knees
A flower's life is also a short-lived light