The wind races, a silent hurricane calling me.
It's probably a sign, a signal of the decisive battle.
Yes, the day has come for
the dream thats more important than my life to be fulfilled
With my heart like this, I'm just Fighting to dream.
I won't let anyone get in my way.
We can decide things like fate for ourselves.
Like the wind, we're just Shooting to dream.
Cutting off the pain of the past,
we now decide the future with our own hands.
Getta chance!
The painful dream spurs me on,
as if to fan the fire left in my cold heart.
Yes, burning emotions resound in my heart,
like an unending storm.
Like the wilderness, we're now Fighting to dream.
Burying despair and such,
we run fiercely, swiftly down the path of the beast.
Becoming the wind, we're now Shooting to dream.
Our desire is freedom.
We can't deceive our own hearts.
It's truth!
With my heart like this, I'm just Fighting to dream.
I won't let anyone get in my way.
We can decide things like fate for ourselves.
Like the wind, we're just Shooting to dream.
Cutting off the pain of the past,
we now decide the future with our own hands.
Getta chance!