Stories (Opening 11)

At the end of the world where the wind blows strongly
Today, we close our eyes and dream without waiting for autumn
Even the small and fleeting hope
Will someday change the era
Believing it will become light

There's nothing we should carry, we'll embrace everything
Even if it's pain
If it can come true, with you

I'll shout now until my voice and throat are worn out
Believing that I'll carve out my own future
Let's start walking with overflowing passion
To feel my dreams