Romaji

Suri kizu darake no kinou wo kuri [bad word] 
Bokura wa hiraku kibou no asu wo

Kono chippoke na ryoute ni nani ga [bad word] darou
Aoi da koe wa sora e chitte itta
Teni ireta genjitsu wa kusunde te me no mae ga mienaku natte mo
Issho nara nagaku tsudzuku kono michi wo susunde [bad word] 

Hokori ni mamireta kizuna wo tsunaide ku
Kako to mirai senaka awase no bokura wa
Machigai darake no kotae wo kuri [bad word] 
Hikari wo motome te wo nobasu yo nando datte

Mayoi tomadou yubi de nani wo [bad word] no darou
Chigire sou na kumo o miage tatazun deta
Ippo zutsu ayumi hajimeta michi ni [bad word] ashiato to kiseki ga
Tatoe ame ni nure kieta to [bad word] mo susunde yukou

Wasure kakete ita kotoba wo tsumuide ku
Kako to mirai motsureta mama no bokura wa
Furi [bad word] koto mo [bad word] morae nakute
Inori wo daite tomoni yuku yo doko made demo

Bokura no me ni [bad word] iro wa azayaka na monotone
Gosenfu wo [bad word] oto ga hakanaku yurai da
Okubyou na kokoro sae mo kakushi [bad word] 
Risou wo egaite [bad word] nda

Hokori ni mamireta kizuna ga tsunaida
Kako to mirai musubi awaseta bokura wa
Itsuka sagashi dasu kotae ni se wo mukezu ni
Hikari o tsukami asu wo [bad word] nando datte

English

Reliving our scraped up yesterday,
We’ll open the way to a hopeful tomorrow!

What even remains,
Within these tiny hands?
My voice merely dispersed into the sky…

Even if the reality I’ve obtained is dim,
And I can’t see what lies in front of me,
I feel like I can proceed on this lengthy road,
As long as I’m with you!

Even the bonds we left gathering dust connect,
As our pasts and futures stand back to back.
We’ll repeat an answer that’s full of inaccuracies,
Then seek the light, reaching out our hands – as many times as it takes!

What will we seek,
With wandering, hesitant fingers?
Looking up at clouds on the verge of tearing, we were at a standstill.

Upon this road we started walking one step at a time,
Even if the footprints and traces we leave,
Fade with [bad word] of rain,
Let us keep on proceeding!

Words we were on the verge of forgetting spin a tale,
Of our pasts and futures, tangled as we remain.
Never receiving permission to look back,
Let us embrace a prayer, proceeding onward together – going as far as it takes!

The color reflected in our eyes,
Was a brilliant monotone,
As notes seeking the staff,
Wavered fleetingly:
Our ideals will be depicted,
Playing forth,
To hide even our cowardly hearts.

The bonds we left gathering dust have connected;
With our pasts and futures standing back to back,
We’ll never turn our backs on that answer we’ll someday find,
Grasping the light and going beyond tomorrow – as many times as it takes!