Bouken Suisei from Tales of the Abyss by Kurumi Enomoto

Let's find them again, on our own
The things that disappeared because they were too far away
The things we erased because there were too many of them near us
The weakness that was called becoming strong from only our wounds

In the backpack, while partly dreaming and partly worrying
The photograph we can't throw away splits to the east and the west
The view we saw from the binoculars
We chose a different map

There are no feelings when I'm all alone
Even when we're together, the same loneliness exists
We can't hold hands just by drawing near
A warmth exists

While wishing for the want to love
At the end of it, we averted our fearful eyes

Let's remember again, on our own
The things we couldn't overcome and laughed at
The things we overcame and went through too many times
The emptiness we'll know when we're able to do something
Someday, surely, I'll be waiting

Come; from now on, let's put on the shoes of promises and regrets
We laughed and waved our hands from atop the hyperbola in the beginning day
If we went around our respective stars and darkness
Let's meet in the galaxy

While wishing to never be separated
The whereabouts of our separating gravities

Let's search again, on our own
Our happy places and the range of our sadness
Feeling our longings and ascertaining them
The strength we'll know when we're unable to do something
Someday, surely

If we met in a journey where we shouldn't meet

By my own orbit and light, burning my heart and turning into voice
Connecting, a truthful melody is born
That beat and period will grasp the meaning of birth
There is a place where things like the meaning of living is surpassed

This song that connects me to you
While singing, while hesitating
I am now in the middle of a journey
On my own, I presented a single one
In the middle of the world

Let's find them again, on our own
The things we kept at a distance because they were too far away
The things we changed because there were too many of them near us
The weakness that is called becoming strong from only our wounds

From that honesty, our strength would, on the contrary, present
The whereabouts of our tears
Then, surely
In the crossroads of the real journey
Even now, always
The beginning of the two of us are
Waiting
Waiting