So was the sky at the beginning of the world. The sunrises, all were ours. Now I lose my nature. Hopelessness is fire. When I remember, we're both away. Yes, we should have stopped the time to match us.
This was the sky at the beginning of the world. The sunrises, all were ours. I lose my nature now. Hopelessness is made by fire. When you remember me, we'll both be away. Now, I will try to dream with invincible mountains and fragile seas. But these beautiful clouds and these old trees attack the dreams.