Let's raise the glorious banner of brocade; we're good-for-nothings.
                                            Only by knowing darkness can we know light. Don't cry.
                                            
                                             
                                            Even if everything's in place, don't you have any hope?
                                            Even with nothing, can we cling to hope?
                                            
                                             
                                            The shadow of the glamorous period of ideals is now eclipsing even glamour itself.
                                            Hidden in the shadows, they mingle.
                                            
                                             
                                            Sometimes I want to fly and see the blue of another world.
                                            I yearned for colors that would stain without hesitation.
                                            I want to look down from up high, like a boy.
                                            The me that glowers at me is right here.
                                            
                                             
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                                            How far can we go without losing our ideals?
                                            I pretend I want to accompany reality-dry.
                                            People can only savor sweetness after they know bitterness.
                                            Even if you should lose something
                                            
                                             
                                            The choking asphalt, the scent of evaporation
                                            The end-of-rainy-season downpour, a sign before midsummer
                                            Before a dawn we haven't yet known, beyond it lies the horizon's edge
                                            I can't take it all in-dream or illusion?
                                            
                                             
                                            The boundless sky is closer than I thought
                                            If I look up, the fantasies I could reach are far away
                                            I want to look down from on high, like a boy
                                            It's just bravado to say I can't go back
                                            
                                             
                                            The boy probably just proclaimed the end on that day
                                            The wings on your back that were supposed to bear you
                                            
                                             
                                            Sometimes I want to fly and see the blue of another world
                                            I longed for colors that would stain me without hesitation
                                            I want to look down from on high, like a boy
                                            It's just bravado to say I can't go back
                                            The me who's glaring at me is right here