a flower that had started to bloom shook bashfully in the wind and 
                                            I softly felt the breath painted by the sunlight from behind my eyelids 
                                            the stream of clouds changes shape and becomes tattered 
                                            I wonder if someday we will be able to find something that won't change tomorrow
                                             
                                             I'm about to catch up to my ideal very soon 
                                            I'll arrive beyond the blurry mirage 
                                            the skies are right nearby, yes, a handful of dream fragments 
                                            are coming there soon so I begin to run now
                                             
                                             Fly anywhere, if you've entrusted your resolve in the endless sky 
                                            just run forth at any time 
                                            Yes sorry if it's the kind of promise that's written in a textbook 
                                            when you find your own frame 
                                            let's beat our wings toward the kind of future that stirs up our chests
                                             
                                             not yet seeing my own special place, I pinch my cheek 
                                            having gotten off at one station and run, I wonder if this kind of distance was far
                                             
                                             I'm making my approach run, but I have a long way to go before I'm satisfied 
                                            the tailwind before a dawn that still has a way to go before it's enough 
                                            if things like dreams are always something that just has only one moment's chance 
                                            I can't do anything but make my attempt right away  Woh...
                                             
                                             Try it's useless to always focus your heart toward the insignificant past 
                                            if you look toward the limitless path before your eyes 
                                            Yes birds can't fly in the open sky if the wind isn't blowing toward them 
                                            trouble isn't always the enemy 
                                            let's cut through the tomorrow of our original selves
                                             
                                             Fly anywhere, if you've entrusted your resolve in the endless sky 
                                            just run forth at any time 
                                            Yes sorry if it's the kind of promise that's written in a textbook 
                                            when you find your own frame 
                                            let's draw miracles on an endlessly open field