~The countless flowers wrapped up in light 
                                            Are gazing at tomorrow with unwavering eyes~
                                             
                                             Nobody wishes for purity for me, but 
                                            The things one can take away to a sky that's about to wear out 
                                            Are nothing but sinful things that seem like you can 
                                            Pick them like flowers and make them yours
                                             
                                             To stop making pinky swears with the future: 
                                            Even if I try to run far away from the pain of it, 
                                            Look, a chilly wind shakes my hair 
                                            Where should I search for the answer?
                                             
                                             Even if I take a break from my selfish destiny, 
                                            I get the feeling that I'm being saved from it somewhere 
                                            May I be able to one day shut away 
                                            The past, which I can't do over, in a small box
                                             
                                             The countless flowers wrapped up in light 
                                            Are gazing at tomorrow with unwavering eyes 
                                            If the white veil I'll quietly gaze upon 
                                            Is beautiful, then that's good enough
                                             
                                             Is this the continuation of my dream? 
                                            Or is this a dream from which I can't awaken? 
                                            I murmured that several times over
                                             
                                             To stop making pinky swears with the future: 
                                            Even if I try to run far away from the pain of it, 
                                            Look, a chilly wind shakes my hair 
                                            Where should I search for the answer?