Don’t look back to cry over the world
Step forward to the path
The lights that you see are the clues
to the dark side of this realm
The morning sky embraces the blaze of the sun
The wind blowing whispers your name
History written perishes
Like falling leaves
don’t come up with the tears
To recall the world where you were lived in
The mountains of hope are yours
The dying stars will be your prize
You’ve got what you wanted
Solitude is no more
You’ve found your way
You locked the way in
The river’s flow will be the same
From above, mirroring your shade
don’t search for the difference
The gate widely opened to rewrite your existence
Fly , fly high you beautiful butterfly
This is our one last goodbye