We begin playing as an orchestra our dream of journeying, and flip to the first page.
I have found something that sparkles even more than any treasure.
When I turn around and look,
your silly-looking smiling faces give me the boost to go as far as I want.
The tale we once wrote in this small room
will be the prologue to the novel we're currently writing.
With a speed fast enough for us to almost reach the vast sky,
we have been running with our hands off the ship's wheel.
We begin playing as an orchestra our dream of journeying, and flip to the next page.
No matter what difficulties we may face, be it a storm or a black rain,
we will ride on the tailwind
and wait in a place no one else anywhere will be able to reach.
The tale we are writing in this vast sea
begins filling up our blank map.
We sail towards a sea of endless dreams, not knowing whether we'll find light or darkness.
This is our one and only journey, so we begin looking for the next pages.
The tale we once wrote in this small room
will be the prologue to the novel we're currently writing.
There's hope visible in a still hidden location, as well as countless sorrows.
On a sea where even the light is pitch black, there will always be wind.
With a speed fast enough for us to almost reach the vast sky, we have been running with our hands off the ship's wheel.
We begin playing as an orchestra our dream of journeying, and flip to the next page.
This is our story, so we begin looking for the next pages.