It was painful, and I jumped into the vortex called delusion.
Before my open eyes, the aurora can show me the way.
“You can cross through this cold, cold winter.â€
In a distant memory, someone said that.
There should be no such thing as unending rain.
Isn’t that right…?
It’s painful, painful; I can’t picture even an ideal.
When the tears are icy and resignation covers us,
Running away isn’t a bad thing at all.
Shower yourself with a little bit of love.
In the fading consciousness, someone shouted out.
It was you, right…? God!
Once you escape this long suffering,
The sun will shine on you alone.
Don’t grieve even if the road trips you up.
The sun is waiting for you alone.
It was you, right? …God!
The sun will on you alone.
Don’t grieve even if the road trips you up,
Because the sun will illuminate you alone.
Once you escape this long suffering,
The sun will shine on you alone.
Don’t grieve even if the road makes you lose your balance.
The sun is waiting for you alone.
Even if darkness stands in your way,
The sun is waiting for you alone.
It’s painful, painful; I can’t picture even an ideal.
Before my open eyes, the aurora can show me the way.