I hear the souls
clanking the chains...

Here lies the story of impression,
the wind of this sail propelled me...

You think stories ending in cliff
hangers torment people, but the truth...

Golden week when children play,
I see no shadow in tall grasses wave...

Forging into the longest nights
wearing blanket as a battle suit...

Locked you within my reach. For years of cold war,
I bit the bullet without a doubt, every time...