Like a cruel angel’s thesis for destruction
Young boy, you must become a legend!

Even though the clear blue winds, knock on the door of your heart
You kept looking my way, smiling only at me, too involved in yearning for-,
Lost while, searching for, something that you can hold on to always
Your honest eyes show that haven’t realized, what awaits you is fate

But someday you’ll look and see that on your shoulders, you have something wholly unique
You have the wings of a bird on your back to fly to the distant future!

A cruel revelation of the angels will fly out soon, for destruction with the white and black moon
When you deny your memory of emotion, ignore your pathos and hold up the sky boy
Shine and hold up the sky for tomorrow. Young boy, you must become a legend!