High
果（は）てなく広（ひろ）がる青（あお）へ Fly
手（て）を伸（の）ばせば届（とど）くよ Sky
It's my day' a fine day
羽（は）ばたく鍵（かぎ）はここに
ah 木漏（こも）れ日（び）に包（つつ）まれた待（ま）ちわびていた午後（ごご）
ah 瞳閉（ひとみと）じれ...
I'm going to swim the mountains
I'm going to climb the sea
I'm going to surf the fields in front of me
I'm going to pass the buildings, that silver c...
It's the broken heart that decides
It's not the way you lead me
By the hand into the bedroom(ah ah ah)
It's not the way you throw your clothes
Upon th...
My days are numbered, soon
I have to leave
The Norns have stretched my living thread
The notion of my demise won't leave me be
Why cannot death just s...