Nemurenai yoru ni kiita monogatari ga esoragoto da to shitara
Eien wo shiru yori kairaku wo motomete ima wo kuyande shimau no wa
Kokoro no fukaku ni sumitsuita kage kara nigeru tame da to shitara
Sore demo atashi wa atashi wo aishite irareru nara
Hanbun ni wareta taiyou ga asa wo tsurete kite yami ni nareta shinkei wo jiwari shigeki suru
Okiwasureta nounai wa aete sono mama de shinario no kieta monogatari da
Jiyuu ni jiyuu ni kaji wo totte motto takaku e maiagatte
Kimetsuketa kotae no uragawa de naiteru ano ko no koe wa kikoenai
Kanjou nante dareka no sabita monosashi de hakaru mono de wa nai darou
Dare no tame ja naku atashi wa atashi ga ima wo warau tame ni kizu wo kakushiteru
Sukoshi kareta koe de esoragoto wo utau ima koko ni aru mono ga subete da
Hanbun ni wareta taiyou de mata kyou ga hajimaru monogatari no tsudzuki wa kono te no naka
Aisareru koto ga ketsumatsu ja nai kara mitasareru dake ja tarinai deshou
Jiyuu ni jiyuu ni kaji wo totte motto tooku e tori ni natte
Jiyuu ni jiyuu ni kaji wo totte motto takaku e hoshi ni natte
What if the story that I heard on that sleepless night is all just an impossible fantasy?
Rather than knowing eternity, I seek pleasure and lament over the present.
Maybe I do that to run away from the shadows that have settled deep inside my heart.
Even so, if I’ll be able to come to love who I am…
The sun, broken in half, brings the morning with it and gradually stimulates my senses that have grown used to the dark.
The misplaced contents of my brain are a story whose scenario has disappeared, and I’ll just leave things that way.
Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm and soar up to greater heights.
The voice of that child who’s crying on the other side of the chosen answer won’t be heard.
Emotion isn’t something you can measure with someone’s rusted ruler, after all.
For the sake of myself and no one else, I’ll hide my wounds so that I can smile at today.
With my slightly strained voice, I’ll sing out the fantasy. The things that are here right now are everything to me.
With the coming of sun, broken in half, the day begins again. What comes next in the story lies right here in my hands,
Because just being loved isn’t the ending – it’s not enough just be satisfied.
Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm; soaring further out, I’ll become a bird.
Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm; soaring higher up, I’ll become a star.