Wa Cycle

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 and is born again
I'll always show you
A new sky

If there's a place to return to, anywhere
I could fly
With a heart fluttering farther than tomorrow
Carried by the wind

No one yet, no one
Has written the story
Let's draw it on
The white, pure white map

No matter how many times it repeats and is born again
Because you should be able to return here without hesitation