We walk a neverending road to the ends of a wilderness that captivates the mind.
We'll carve into time the meaning of having been blessed with birth into this world.
A scarlet moon floats upon the water
Until the utopia buried in our memories...
...is ressurected.
Can you trust me?
The wishes we engraved into the future circle the sky.
Can you trust me?
Gazing at the light which slowly fades into future, I make a wish...