I gazed at the drifting clouds
I felt the colors of the changing sky
Standing still, we notice
The song weaved by this changing world
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers
I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
Put a torch in my held out hand
Let it be the small beacon showing me the way to tomorrow
The words from that day
Still echo even now, so I'll turn them into a pledge and so I go
Those winds from the old days that we've forgotten
Sing to themselves a nostalgic melody
Telling us the story beginning from this place
Us, who were trapped
As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers
I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
When I look up, the torch becomes
A small light connecting to the past
As long as this bond exists
We will be able to continue being ourselves
That torch keeps filling up
And become a small light shining the present
Oh the torch in my held out hand
Be the words connecting me to tomorrow forever