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Ikusen mo no monogatari tooku inishie ni Gunjou ni tsutsumaerete nemutteru
Toki wa nagare nagare tsuku kokoro no moto e Soshite katari tsutau ima koko ni
Mirai wo wakeau tsuyosa wa shinjitsu
Ko wo egaite tsunagaru unmei no hajimari
Haruka haruka tooku mebaeta hikari itsuka todoku aoi kiseki
Tsuyoku hageshiku deatte michi kakete yuku no deshou
Shirande yuku samishisa ga hitomi ni shimite katachiaru negai wa ima doko e
Kako wo wakechiau yowasa mo shinjitsu
Tomedonaku nagarekuru namida wa mou owaru
Nagaku nagaku tsudzuke shinwa no you ni itsuka ugoku kokoro no kiseki
Takaku matataki nobotte kagayaite yuku no deshou
Toki no hazama ni sotto mayoikonde
Kono omoi no tsuyosa wa sora wo aoku someru
Mirai wo wakeau tsuyosa wa shinjitsu
Ko wo egaite tsunagaru unmei no hajimari
Haruka haruka tooku mebaeta hikari itsuka todoku aoi kiseki
Tsuyoku hageshiku deatte michikakete yuku no deshou
Nagaku nagaku tsudzuke shinwa no you ni itsuka ugoku kokoro no kiseki
Takaku matataki nobotte kagayaite yuku no deshou
Thousands of stories of the ancient past sleep under an ultramarine cover,
While the constant flow of time into the depths of my heart tell them to me.
The strength to share our future is real –
Trace an arc to join the beginnings of our destinies together
The faraway budding light from long ago will someday reach the azure miracle,
Waxing and waning with their tempestuous meeting, wouldn’t it?
The graying loneliness is staining my eyes, and where has my beautiful wish gone to?
The weakness of sharing our past is also real
But the endlessly flowing tears have already stopped
Like the ancient legends, someday the tracks left behind by my moving heart,
Flickering as they rise up high, they will go on shining, wouldn’t they?
Lost and wandering in the ravines of time,
The strength of this emotion stains the sky a deep azure-blue
The strength to share our future is real –
Trace an arc to join the beginnings of our destinies together
The faraway budding light from long ago will someday reach the azure miracle,
Waxing and waning with their tempestuous meeting, wouldn’t it?
Like the ancient legends, someday the tracks left behind by my moving heart,
Flickering as they rise up high, they will go on shining, wouldn’t they?
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