Flower

There is a red flower in the world. It's bright as a flame of sunrise. It is unprecedented and sunniest, It is called “a dream“. [Chorus] Maybe ahead, beyond the seventh wall, The flower will flash such as a sip of fresh wind, The most miracle and unprecedented, The most magic flower. Remembering about the joyful miracle, Going ahead on the resonant dew, Many people look for the flower, But of course, not everyone finds.