Waver is met by empty, far from ideality
Although confident, fight inhibited
Who decides my stop or go, for my heart and my Cosmo
Rely on hands both, for my dream to grow
Wonder sky utmost is no higher than my soul
Self-assured undefeatable till I'm old
Oh, I have my hearted story
Handwritten every gain and loss, joy and sorrow, and dream
Oh, with all wounds but no retreat
Dream of one day to achieve the world ideal and perfect, finally