new morning

In silence and haze,
a pale hope begin to burn from east of the night,
when we go outside and inhale deeply a chilly smell.

We feel fresh like a world we have seen for the first time.
We're coming back, coming back to the empty soul.
We feel fresh like a world we have seen for the first time.
We're coming back, coming back to the way in to start over.

New mornings come for everyone.
We fly away freely.
Urging sunlight give us the pride.

In silence and haze, amber dews givr plants iridescence.
Though apart from ideal, when we go forward.
This town will wake up slowly and be noisy.

Overcoming the darkest and the coldest predawn, you said,
“The world is beautiful, though, so I was purified”
Overcoming the darkest and the coldest predawn...

We feel fresh like a world we have seen for the first time.
We're coming back, coming back to the empty soul.
We feel fresh like a world we have seen for the first time.
We're coming back, coming back to the way in to start over.

New mornings come for everyone.
We fly away freely.
Urging sunlight give us the pride.

Everyday is the different day.
I don't want to miss out any small happiness
in the familiar scenery.
In truth, if we are the ones we can't change, fly away freely.
Urging sunlight give us the pride.