Silhouette (Opening 16)

With a thunderous sound stepping in a flash, we
Still know nothing at all
Beyond the flash, when we look back, we're already gone
Still knowing nothing at all

Flying, flying, flying
Shining sweat spills

There must have been many things we don't remember
Everyone, silhouette
What is the sound of holding dear things
Without speaking at any time
Let's keep protecting and someday
We'll be able to laugh at everything

Lightly, lightly, waiting
The leaves are flying