Like an angel who has forsaken sympathy,
Rise up, young boy, and
make yourself a legend!
Blue skies and beckoning winds...
Are trying to open the door of your heart.
But you're gazing at me
as if you cannot see;
You just stand there, smiling vacantly.
Your eyes hold such innocence;
You're blind to the fate
that will soon come to pass.
But it's summoning you
with a touch like a sigh;
You seek it without knowing why.
But, someday, I know that
you will be awakened...
And your eyes will finally see.
These wings on your back are
just waiting to guide you;
The future will soon set you free!
This cruel thesis,
a spiteful angel's litany,
Will soon soar from
the window of your destiny.
White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony;
Stay true to this and
don't betray your memory!
Come now, reach out -
you must embrace reality!
Rise up, young boy, and
make yourself a legend!