Wa-cycle Hana Itoki
Mahoutsukai no Yome
Wheel of Flowers
Before the fruit tied to the branch ripens
So it won't fall
Blooming again painfully
As if connecting to the morning
No matter how many times it repeats, keeps being born
Let's always show a new sky
If there's a place to return to, anywhere
We should be able to fly there
Our hearts flutter farther than tomorrow
When carried by the wind
A story that no one has written yet
Let's write it on a pure white map
No matter how many times it repeats, keeps being born
We should be able to return here without getting lost
