Blowing through the desolate wilderness, the fangs of the wind
are testing us now.
Huddling together, we keep walking forward.
The strength I sense is in our beating hearts.
Though I'm surrounded by it what I truly want
is the strength to protect the one most important to me.
Blowing through the desolate wilderness, the fangs of the wind
feel like it's testing the strength of our bond.
Burdened by the weakness of being unable to protect what I want to
my heart feels a prickling pain.
Wrapped together in a single blanket,
looking at the night sky half-asleep I see a shooting star.
Comforted by the sighs against my hair
I look up and take all my hope and courage from that sleeping face.
Even through endless darkness, eternal silence
there's nothing that can break our bond.
My most precious person, the one that I love, I believe
in my strength that was born from wanting to protect you.
Blowing through the desolate wilderness, the fangs of the wind,
if it wants to test our bonds even now,
my most precious person, the one that I love, I believe
in my strength that was born from wanting to protect you.