• I was caught in a lie,
    in and endless stigma of first love,
    I had lost my way,
    but you made me begin again,
    you made me awake
    when I was trapped in my reflection

    In the wake of spring day,
    you reminded me that I never walk alone,
    and now, after my suffering,
    shedding my blood, sweat, and tears,
    I stand once more, spreads my wings and say
    not today

    Now, let's count 1, 2, 3,
    hoping for more good days,
    together with this new generation

    It's never wrong to hope to start anew,
    or am I wrong?