Following the trail sketched when we were young, we search for an answer, while looking up at the same sky. The thoughts hidden in our chests are overflowing; they soar in the sky and turn into silvery arrows.
Our pain of not being able to find each other is making the path of truth become hazy.
As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils were surely reflecting the same dream. Even if we stumble, even if we are injured, let's take off, making the wind our wings.
In a faraway place where not even our voice can reach, we are surely looking up at the same sky. Now I can finally believe that by a miracle we will meet again; I don't even need a reason.
When two attracting hearts become closer, they will illuminate the path of truth.
As the released silver arrows pierced our chests, let's make an oath to the blood dripping from our wounds. Even if we inflict pain, even if we inflict injury, we will not let go of our bond.
Our attracting hearts are melting into one and gradually open up the path of truth.
As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils were surely reflecting the same dream. The silver arrows pierce the overflowing thoughts in our bosom. Now we'll race towards our promised place.
Even if we inflict pain, even if we become lost and inflict injury, we will not let go of our bond. So even if we stumble, even if we are hurt, let's take off, making the wind our wings.
The shining wings dyed golden by the sun will sketch a trail of life in the sky.
Following the trail sketched when we were young, we search for an answer, while looking up at the same sky. The thoughts hidden in our chests are overflowing; they soar in the sky and turn into silvery arrows.
Our pain of not being able to find each other is making the path of truth become hazy.
As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils were surely reflecting the same dream. Even if we stumble, even if we are injured, let's take off, making the wind our wings.
In a faraway place where not even our voice can reach, we are surely looking up at the same sky. Now I can finally believe that by a miracle we will meet again; I don't even need a reason.
When two attracting hearts become closer, they will illuminate the path of truth.
As the released silver arrows pierced our chests, let's make an oath to the blood dripping from our wounds. Even if we inflict pain, even if we inflict injury, we will not let go of our bond.
Our attracting hearts are melting into one and gradually open up the path of truth.
As silver arrows intercept, our gazing pupils were surely reflecting the same dream. The silver arrows pierce the overflowing thoughts in our bosom. Now we'll race towards our promised place.
Even if we inflict pain, even if we become lost and inflict injury, we will not let go of our bond. So even if we stumble, even if we are hurt, let's take off, making the wind our wings.
The shining wings dyed golden by the sun will sketch a trail of life in the sky.