How far will I fall into the blue darkness? 
                                            Still lost, I stand still alone. 
                                            Everything precious to me in the world 
                                            Was turned to eternal stone after being gazed at by Medusa.
                                             
                                             But even so, these words I don't want to disappear continue to be born at my side.
                                             
                                             I want to sing. I want to sing. 
                                            It seems as if the hard shell around my heart is going to melt, even though my heart is still cowardly. Why? 
                                            There's a me inside myself that is struggling within my entire body, fighting against me. 
                                            This soft sound is a little melody. 
                                            I see, this is... This is light...?
                                             
                                             I am a nutcracker doll without worth. 
                                            I just break hearts... That's what I thought.
                                             
                                             The dream I had forgotten is flittering up in the sky, 
                                            And it embraces my back that is still cold.
                                             
                                             I want to sing. I want this to reach. 
                                            I want to walk forward into the light once more, one step at a time. 
                                            I'll change my everyday that has no meaning, little by little. 
                                            That kind of courage comes on the day of rebooting. 
                                            From here on out... I'll search for the future...
                                             
                                             I want to sing. I want this to reach. 
                                            I can't hold it back. My dried throat starts to soar. It's a precious feeling. 
                                            I pray in order to become a new me. 
                                            This echoing melody... Is it all right 
                                            For me to call it "hope"?
                                             
                                             For me to call it "hope"?