I shall sing a song
for the life you and I are weaving together.
"There is nothing we can do now."
You said to me with a dry smile.
You think I don't know anything.
You believe I don't understand anything.
My fists are not as small as they look,
and my strides are by no means short.
If there is a world to which I can follow you,
I'm willing to walk a path of tribulation.
Transforming your crystallized radiant flames
into scorching prayers,
I shall sing a song
for the life you and I are weaving together.
"You're still just an innocent child."
You gently patted my head.
You think I'm not looking at anything.
You believe I'm not aware of anything.
My thoughts are not as childish as they seem,
and my feelings for you are already immutable.
If you should ask me to follow you,
I shall travel to the ends of the earth with you.
Using the acclamation of your fading crimson
as the sacred song of this world,
I shall sing a song
to testify the fact that you stayed by my side for me.
To testify the fact that you stayed by my side for me.