Deciding the beginning isn't fate, nor is it making a way
I can feel the change of stream of the wind in my chest.
It’s not just what I thought, I’m not setting anything in motion
Only what I see that seems to be getting closer is genuine
Birds go flying in the far away sky,
Even if they’re wandering frightenedly in that vastness.
Take wings, now, I’ll continue on this
Endless path as best I can.
Take a new step, Just keep going
Until you get to a place where you’re not afraid
The wind that strikes your cheek has changed.
Until this is over, it’s not clear how much I trust fate.
If the future is half asleep, rouse it immediately.
I won’t grasp or wish for thories or collateral
That feeling that keeps resounding in my heart is the truth.
Beyond the setting sun that flees in a crimson blur
Even if there is a gloomy darkness
Take wings, now, The voice of a far away world
With signposts
Take a new step, As if I want to believe in that
I can only see this through to completion.
The woken up wind is calling
Birds go flying in the far away sky,
Even if they’re wandering frightenedly in that vastness.
Take wings, now, I’ll continue on this
Endless path as best I can.
Take a new step, Just keep going
Until you get to a place where you’re not afraid
Take wings, now, The voice of a far away world
With signposts
Take a new step, As if I want to believe in that
I can only see this through to completion.
The woken up wind is calling |