~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?