To these eyes, until I looked at you,
They didn't believe in miracles.
The promise of our encounter was like DEJA VU.
I was forced to run.
Ah, though I don't want eternity,
I want to keep gazing into those eyes.
I don't believe in destiny.
I want to believe in you.
You have a mysterious charm.
One time, wherever I looked, I felt like
Your figure knocked my heart around.
I keep working hard like a prisoner.*
Ah, though I don't need eternity
I don't want to lock up my memories of you.
I don't want to love an illusion.
I want to hold onto you.
Ah, though I don't to give up eternity,
I don't want to ever let go of your these hands.
Even if I can't believe in the Cross,
I want to protect you!