I want to see just how brilliantly the flowers blooming in the midst of evil can shine.
"Is it wrong that I only want to walk the same road he walked?"
I revere life, I revere living,
I revere every sin,
I revere the sunlight above my head.
Like a tender sprout, I draw strength from it.
The flower that broke through the soil
slowly grows.
I am so certain,
walking this road of no return.
Theme: At the end of time, old friends will always meet again.
