Anyone can tell the ideal, anyone can leave it.
You know, someone who is near to the truth is happy.
So forgive me, such a story. Thats not a thing we want.
The beauty exists in the chaos we are in.
Even the newest weapons, cant stop the process.
And we'll know the secret of human progress.
What we're spent is like a ghost. it's underground.
What we're expecting is so far, so deep, so sweet.
It never shine (it never shine), until it's on hands.
The beauty exists in the cosmos we are in.
Even if bombing's loud, we'll keep the silence.
Sleep deep, Next morning we'll be reborn.
Even the newest weapons, cant stop the process.
And we'll know the secret of human progress.
We saw a big wonder beyond a dream.
We've felt the weight of the wonder in our hands.
Even the newest weapons, cant stop the process.
And we'll know the secret of human progress.
Even if bombing's loud, we'll keep the silence.
Sleep deep, Next morning we'll start to breathe.