In the repeating world, if I reach out my hand a number of times 
Will my fleeting teardrops melt your black heart?

If these budding feelings echo in my heart 
Then I'm sure I'll be able to protect you at your side with no change.

If I pick up the fallen hope and connect it to tomorrow, 
I can even untangle a knotted, twisted-up wish.

I held the light above me and erased my doubts. 
What I wanted in the future 
Was to hold you in the night as you cried and screamed your despair.

My feet I moved in are 
Softly healed by my faraway ideals. 
I grip tightly onto these certain bonds and move ahead, no matter where, 
The miracle that cut through the impurity on my back.