I gazed at the drifting clouds I felt the colors of the changing sky Standing still, we notice The song weaved by this changing world
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
Put a torch in my held out hand Let it be the small beacon showing me the way to tomorrow The words from that day Still echo even now, so I'll turn them into a pledge and so I go
Those winds from the old days that we've forgotten Sing to themselves a nostalgic melody Telling us the story beginning from this place Us, who were trapped
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
When I look up, the torch becomes A small light connecting to the past As long as this bond exists We will be able to continue being ourselves
That torch keeps filling up And become a small light shining the present Oh the torch in my held out hand Be the words connecting me to tomorrow forever
I gazed at the drifting clouds I felt the colors of the changing sky Standing still, we notice The song weaved by this changing world
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
Put a torch in my held out hand Let it be the small beacon showing me the way to tomorrow The words from that day Still echo even now, so I'll turn them into a pledge and so I go
Those winds from the old days that we've forgotten Sing to themselves a nostalgic melody Telling us the story beginning from this place Us, who were trapped
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
When I look up, the torch becomes A small light connecting to the past As long as this bond exists We will be able to continue being ourselves
That torch keeps filling up And become a small light shining the present Oh the torch in my held out hand Be the words connecting me to tomorrow forever