~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?