For the time being, I shall fight because I was born wild!
I pass by at Mach 50.
There is a spinning whirlwind, in the open skies.
I am not the same person you hit yesterday.
One day i will conquer those blue skies.
The entire city is being cut down by this wind.
Then, the dreams that we grasp closely...
A bolt of thunder brings hope in the afternoon.
I keep running.
My tightened fish loosens.
The light at hand was engraved in movement for my sake.
As though, tomorrow's wind shall blow.
Blue skies, blue skies are...
The tears prove that we have grown up.
Bolt of Thunder!
for my own life sake.