L'Arc-En-Ciel. Anemone Angle [English]. Zeneszám

Surrounded by the kindness of the dear people

I take off towards you

With those shining memories engraved in my heart

The wind pushes me to the road

Which continues to the port

I think of that dear person

My feelings will last through the winter
The glorious winter.

Ah.

The boat leaves for a destination unknown

Without waiting for the flowers to bloom.

No one will put out the quietly burning flame

The little ship crossing the seas, Seeks a far away land with all its hope.

Ah, my wish is but one, To entrust my eternal vow with those hands.

Now the sounding of the bell tells me its time.

I'm taking off to you towards the time

Ah anemone.

Ah my anemone.

When that hill blooms red.

I'm taking off toward you

I'm taking off toward you,

Ah, toward you.