No one remained and we were left in the ruin.
We built our nation with heaps of junk and debris from daybreak.
When the freezing night made us afraid, we watched a fire.
We discussed the dream for tomorrow until we fell asleep.
I thought we lost everything,
but all precious is in our stained hands.
Light can save our hope and we want love.
So, we should be able to start anew any number of times.
We are the sons of the sun which rises.
We could've left here together like everyone else.
But we didn't do so. Don't ask me why. You know it.
We are the sons of the sun which rises.
Light can save our hope and we want sounds.
And we should be able to create new great songs still.
We are the sons of the sun which rises.
Light can save our hope and we sing of love.
So, we should be able to start anew forever.
We are the sons of the sun which rises.