ugomeite iru yami o watte sono naka no yodomi o bute
keisan to hoshu jibun katte na RUURU yugande iru jijitsu kitai o shoukyo s****
mukau beki mirai no ne tsunde iru shoutai sagashidashite
sono te o tsukande hikari no sasu asu e kage mo tsureteku
kitto tsumetakute kurai ame datte dareka sukutte iru kara
heikousen o tsunageba wa ni naru hikari ni kaete
oto o tatete zurete yuku sekai SOS no mure boku o shoumou s****
chikasugite boyaketa genjitsu to mirai mada te o nobaseru kotae o sagashite
mukau beki mirai no ne sono naka mimi o sumashite mireba
mada minu sekai ni hikari o inotte matte iru fuan mo sotto daite
kitto itsuka tsukarete subete o keshite shimaitaku natte mo kimi no koe ga boku o yobimodosu
hora yoku mite mite kazemuki sukoshi kawareba hareru
yajirushi no hou e sore ga shimesu asu e furatsuita tte yukeru
kitto ibitsu na sekai no sono saki chiisana hikari ga aru
subete ga kanau rakuen ja nakute mo kimi ga koko ni iru
kaze wa sotto boku no senaka o oshite iru (aa kinou made no jibun ga senaka o oshite iru)
sou heikousen no saki o tsunaida nara hikari no wa ni naru
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English
Split the darkness we're crawling through; strike the hesitation that lies within.
Calculation and maintenance are selfish rules. The facts are bending - eliminate your expectations.
I search for my true self, who's gathering the buds of the future we must turn to.
I grab that hand to the tomorrow that light shines on, taking along my shadow.
I'm sure that in the cold and dark rain, someone is saving us,
So if we connect the parallel lines, they'll become a wheel and change into light.
If I make a sound, I'll slip away from the world. This mass of SOS calls exhausts me.
Reality and the future are so close they're getting out of focus. I can still stretch out my hand, searching for the answer.
Inside the buds of the future we must turn to, if you try listening carefully,
They're praying for light and waiting in a world we haven't seen yet, softly carrying their unease.
I'm sure that even if I get tired someday and want to erase everything, your voice will call me back.
Hey, try looking closely. If the wind's direction changes a little, the weather clears.
To the sign, to the tomorrow it points to, we can stagger on.
I'm sure that there's a small light just past this distorted world.
It's not an Eden where everything is granted, but you're here.
The wind is gently pushing at my back. (Ah, my self from up until yesterday is pushing at my back.)
Yes, once we connect the ends of the parallel lines, they'll become a wheel of light.
keisan to hoshu jibun katte na RUURU yugande iru jijitsu kitai o shoukyo s****
mukau beki mirai no ne tsunde iru shoutai sagashidashite
sono te o tsukande hikari no sasu asu e kage mo tsureteku
kitto tsumetakute kurai ame datte dareka sukutte iru kara
heikousen o tsunageba wa ni naru hikari ni kaete
oto o tatete zurete yuku sekai SOS no mure boku o shoumou s****
chikasugite boyaketa genjitsu to mirai mada te o nobaseru kotae o sagashite
mukau beki mirai no ne sono naka mimi o sumashite mireba
mada minu sekai ni hikari o inotte matte iru fuan mo sotto daite
kitto itsuka tsukarete subete o keshite shimaitaku natte mo kimi no koe ga boku o yobimodosu
hora yoku mite mite kazemuki sukoshi kawareba hareru
yajirushi no hou e sore ga shimesu asu e furatsuita tte yukeru
kitto ibitsu na sekai no sono saki chiisana hikari ga aru
subete ga kanau rakuen ja nakute mo kimi ga koko ni iru
kaze wa sotto boku no senaka o oshite iru (aa kinou made no jibun ga senaka o oshite iru)
sou heikousen no saki o tsunaida nara hikari no wa ni naru
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English
Split the darkness we're crawling through; strike the hesitation that lies within.
Calculation and maintenance are selfish rules. The facts are bending - eliminate your expectations.
I search for my true self, who's gathering the buds of the future we must turn to.
I grab that hand to the tomorrow that light shines on, taking along my shadow.
I'm sure that in the cold and dark rain, someone is saving us,
So if we connect the parallel lines, they'll become a wheel and change into light.
If I make a sound, I'll slip away from the world. This mass of SOS calls exhausts me.
Reality and the future are so close they're getting out of focus. I can still stretch out my hand, searching for the answer.
Inside the buds of the future we must turn to, if you try listening carefully,
They're praying for light and waiting in a world we haven't seen yet, softly carrying their unease.
I'm sure that even if I get tired someday and want to erase everything, your voice will call me back.
Hey, try looking closely. If the wind's direction changes a little, the weather clears.
To the sign, to the tomorrow it points to, we can stagger on.
I'm sure that there's a small light just past this distorted world.
It's not an Eden where everything is granted, but you're here.
The wind is gently pushing at my back. (Ah, my self from up until yesterday is pushing at my back.)
Yes, once we connect the ends of the parallel lines, they'll become a wheel of light.