Oh flower that bloomed in the desolated wasteland
Why are you so...?
The warmth of your small fingers are a flame of love
As much as the wind blows, that flame burns just as bright as it sways
A blue resonance. The lives that revolve are fleeting lights.
(Feel my heart)
For you, who is faraway, I want to grant the miracle you wish for.
And so we will become a song, just like the millions of stars.
It's all right to struggle and cry, cry so much that you scream.
Even if our teardrops dampen the map of tomorrow and we can't see it anymore
It's all right for the canary that gazes sadly at the rainbow to fly.
The seed that picks smiles somehow flies faraway.
The voice that passed by my ear was so kind...
The girl turned into bubbles... The boy turned into the final flame...
The sound of their voices are just too lonely.
"The day that we meet in the next world, let's kiss."
(Missing love)
Even if just this warmth turns to ashes, I won't give it up.
That is why determination are strong wings, and they don't need something like fate.
Cross over, cross over the endlessness. Live from your heart.
Probably we were in a more certain "now" than the legends.
The beautiful canary in the cage went higher and higher till it disappeared...
And so we will become a song, just like the millions of stars.
Even if you embrace her, your love won't return. It's scattering dried petals.
The 100 millionth time we are reincarnated, let's bloom on the hill this time.
The canary that would never come back again smiled in the end...