Orange Range

I'm yearning both morning and night, I'll become a star; I'll protect you, without knowing where the fight is
You and I won't cross at the intersection of tomorrow and today
Here I go now, I'm a shooting star

Even though the world decays, there are some things that won't change
Though I hold back the tears, there are things that we must protect
A message from how many tens of thousands, how many hundreds of millions of years ago begins to ache within my body; It echoes out
I call out to tomorrow in a raspy voice, I'll protect you with my scar-covered hands
I continue to fight, I continue to fight

You and I gaze at one another from across the glass, our hands atop one anothers
Even though I'm with you like this
I'll color the darkness in pure white, there's no exit
I'm a shooting star that will cut through fate to where you are
I'll take away your overflowing tears now

At the end of an answer less fight, will we have a rainbow colored world?
My early memories are unconsciously growing dim; Where are they now
And how do they look when viewed from your eyes?
If I can do it myself, if I could have met you once again
Beneath the sky that we promised on that day
I continue to fight, I continue to fight

You and I gaze at one another from across the glass, our hands atop one anothers
Even though I'm with you like this
I'll color the darkness in pure white, there's no exit; I'm a shooting star
That will cut through fate to where you are

Until I have this, that, and everything in my hands
I'll keep on standing up until I rot away
Call upon yourselves, assemble on the ground, and set the light free into the darkness
I don't need to have any complaints in my fighting heart
There are no gentle angels that will listen to my confession
I continue to fight, I continue to fight

I'm yearning both morning and night, I'll become a star; I'll protect you, without knowing where the fight is
You and I won't cross at the intersection of tomorrow and today
I'm a shooting star that will cut through fate

I'm not even afraid of things that disappear so fleetingly