Everyone should know that little white flower.
                                            A flower that blooms straight ahead, with no name.
                                             
                                            How many scenes did we merely pass by, I wonder.
                                            Back in childhood, surely we would have met.
                                             
                                            I remember tears when they flow.
                                            The sky in my view colors itself and smiles at me.
                                             
                                            May's harujion seems to reach the blue sky.
                                            For every tear you shed, you'll laugh again, evolving.
                                            "No matter the distance, we can cross it with 'One, two, go!'"
                                            Let's go meet tomorrow.
                                            GLORY!? Embracing a glamorous dream.
                                             
                                            On rainy days and windy days, without a single complaint.
                                            You bloom, simply looking up.
                                             
                                            As if thinking of someone beyond that sky.
                                            In white and pink, today as well, they sway.
                                             
                                            Inside my heart, May's harujion blooms.
                                            I love how you rise again, again and again.
                                            Not too flashy, but you're the one and only in the world.
                                            "You" and "Me"-let's be together.
                                            TO MY DEAR... I'm always here.
                                             
                                            May's harujion seems to reach the blue sky.
                                            For every tear you shed, we'll smile again, evolving.
                                            "No matter the distance, we can cross it with 'One, two, go!'"
                                            Let's go meet tomorrow.
                                            GLORY!? Embracing a glamorous dream.