Lyric

In the agony of just living normally, The habits of distinction, discrimination, and image, With one wish for every person, The God's Melody changes everything, hoping to regain what was lost. Unrelated bonds are spreading, The infinite whirlpool deepens now, The oasis that lies beyond the climb. Against a strong headwind filled with fine particles, Can people still live gently? The rough-hewn fate of this star, We want to chorus the same song together

With a knife stained blue, A mountain of scoops, wantonly chaotic and disturbing. The map is a mottled pattern, Spraying a rainbow into the midst of things to come, scattering around. A stormy tempest connects us, After the rain of trials has passed, Numerous lines start to tie us together. A severely steep and winding slope, The cliff stands towering, making no sound, Like a clumsily drawn fortune, We look, stand shoulder to shoulder, and want to design it

A round sunlight that seems to smile and shine, Always right, pure, and beautiful. The roughly carved destiny of this time, We match our echoing voices, and want to continue