明日への讃歌 (Ashita he no Sanka) (A Hymn for Tomorrow)

Translation by tenshi_no_hane

soundless wail was engraved
Into the earth

The golden bucket in those tiny hands
Will spill over and fall even if you ladle water into it

If in this kind of matured, just world
No seasons for proclaiming love exists

Sing
Kindness to the liars
Dance
An eternal prayer to the endless sky

The countless flies above this black water
Hold no excuses or meaning

Who said that no endless night exists?
I will whistle now

Shout
Impossibility, a pale feather
Reach
Towards the burning setting sun,
hymn for tomorrow

Reach...

(Innocent fingers open)
(Where is that person that I love now?)

Sing...
Reach...