Without hesitating, Take the world of paradoxes, And shoot it with your hands
In the warmth of fallen tears
We should've learned kindness
So why do we keep hurting each other
And give birth to more hatred?
From the stinging pain I learn to be strong
And gently blanket the future
Without hesitating, Take the world of paradoxes, And shoot it with your hands
I ever so softly embrace, The sorrow that is covered in red tears
Just as the ringing vibration, Marks the sound of the beginning