Compass

With that impulse, your rotten judgment
Yes, the theory of accumulating desires

Taking that step forward, your judgment
Don't worry about the stride
I'll knock it out

Ah, swirling with accumulated desires
Surely at the end, the only shadow of hope
Why satisfy it?

The compass of passion always points to the future
Even if the threads of the fraying clouds seem to break, they will still be conveyed

Does the compass of passion reside in your heart?
The needle trembles, spins around, and points to the future

The compass of passion always points to the future
Even if the threads of the fraying clouds seem to break, they will still be conveyed

Don't disappear, the light always points to the future
Ah, your needle is aiming for the future, hoping