a flower that had started to bloom shook bashfully in the wind and
I softly felt the breath painted by the sunlight from behind my eyelids
the stream of clouds changes shape and becomes tattered
I wonder if someday we will be able to find something that won't change tomorrow
I'm about to catch up to my ideal very soon
I'll arrive beyond the blurry mirage
the skies are right nearby, yes, a handful of dream fragments
are coming there soon so I begin to run now
Fly anywhere, if you've entrusted your resolve in the endless sky
just run forth at any time
Yes sorry if it's the kind of promise that's written in a textbook
when you find your own frame
let's beat our wings toward the kind of future that stirs up our chests
not yet seeing my own special place, I pinch my cheek
having gotten off at one station and run, I wonder if this kind of distance was far
I'm making my approach run, but I have a long way to go before I'm satisfied
the tailwind before a dawn that still has a way to go before it's enough
if things like dreams are always something that just has only one moment's chance
I can't do anything but make my attempt right away Woh...
Try it's useless to always focus your heart toward the insignificant past
if you look toward the limitless path before your eyes
Yes birds can't fly in the open sky if the wind isn't blowing toward them
trouble isn't always the enemy
let's cut through the tomorrow of our original selves
Fly anywhere, if you've entrusted your resolve in the endless sky
just run forth at any time
Yes sorry if it's the kind of promise that's written in a textbook
when you find your own frame
let's draw miracles on an endlessly open field