The wild wind blows the moon.
I am exiled but my heart has the flame inside.
People who tease my inferiority,
whose wings are bent by the destiny.
I fell down to an abyss and my memory is locked.
This windstorm is so arrogant.
Even though I am stepped again, I will not look up to others.
I will become stronger and stronger.
This breath is the heat. THis heartbeat is the light.
They accumulate bit by bit and they last forever.
The fire in my eyes ignite this hope
regardless of the injuries.
I want to ignite my flame of fire all around
to melt the ice of people.
Only if the moon knows my thoughts,
the long journey and forever darkness can't stop me.
I want to reboil my flame of heart
to burn a light in the sky.
The fire burns again and the fragrance is all around the world.
It shines up on the other side.
It burns a light in the sky
and shines up on the other side.