Lyric

Third spring. The same town. The same old side of the river

Have you ever come home and found the door had grown?

We have been to a city of many tongues

We have flown, we have knocked, we have written it all

And now a foreigner stands at our school gate wall

"I have never been to Japan," she says, "until this fall."

She has discovered manga, martial arts, a musical show

She has seen our animation — "the drawing is so delicate!"

Things we have ignored, things we have already known —

She calls them global. We called them ordinary, yet

Have you ever… have you ever seen your home

Through eyes that have never been here before?

Words are power. Words are light

What we have lived is worth a little more

Bird has finally met a fan — an actor from a regional stage

"Your song has crossed the sea," he says. "It is said that it has a root here."

Mina has written an essay: "Existence has no single page."

Kai has read it twice. He hasn't said a word. Not yet. Not clear

Fashion, genre, adventure, taste — every scroll has a technique

Every movement has an influence, every link a positive side

In addition, what we express has matched an adult's quality —

Take advantage of the moment: we have carried the world home, entirely, inside

Have you ever… have you ever seen your home

Through eyes that have never been here before?

Words are power. Words are light

We have grown. And we have opened one more door

Third spring. Have you ever? — Yes. We have