Those who remain foolish...
Silently and lightly, my fingers touched
The pieces of your black wings
If you are only one story
There is still much of you to be rewritten
The ink of your blood will not dry
Nobody knows our true selves
Changing the rough world
What we pursued
Was not
Small happiness
Fighting and roaring, the beating of a heart for a signal
If we advance our thoughts as we are
Our destination will not end
Resisting and struggling helplessly, defeated many times
Let's engrave our dreams into the scars we wore
To connect today's seemingly hidden memories
To tomorrow
We were granted the form of the gods
But as dolls do we have
The beautiful weaknesses of failure?
But our hearts are in both Heaven and Hell
Passing through our chests, arriving after a struggle
To be content
Is only when we are shutting our eyes sometimes
Fighting, the intersecting shouts are oaths
And this uniting power
Is more precious than love
I won't take the sword that gives the decisive blow
Let's hoist up the tip of the sword that pierces through everything
As the rising light gathers at that place
And hope is brought up
Not realizing it and roaring, the beating of my heart
Is teaching me what it means
To live life
Resisting and struggling helplessly, defeated many times
Believing in your unknown strength
Let's engrave our dreams into the scars we wore!
I won't protect the sword that gives the decisive blow
I won't take the thing those hands carry in the end
Let's hoist up the tip of the sword that pierces through everything
And as the rising light gathers
And showers down upon my body
Silently and lightly, before long
My fingers are pieces of white wings
Quietly visiting those things...
Silently and lightly, my fingers touched
The pieces of your black wings
If you are only one story
There is still much of you to be rewritten
The ink of your blood will not dry
Nobody knows our true selves
Changing the rough world
What we pursued
Was not
Small happiness
Fighting and roaring, the beating of a heart for a signal
If we advance our thoughts as we are
Our destination will not end
Resisting and struggling helplessly, defeated many times
Let's engrave our dreams into the scars we wore
To connect today's seemingly hidden memories
To tomorrow
We were granted the form of the gods
But as dolls do we have
The beautiful weaknesses of failure?
But our hearts are in both Heaven and Hell
Passing through our chests, arriving after a struggle
To be content
Is only when we are shutting our eyes sometimes
Fighting, the intersecting shouts are oaths
And this uniting power
Is more precious than love
I won't take the sword that gives the decisive blow
Let's hoist up the tip of the sword that pierces through everything
As the rising light gathers at that place
And hope is brought up
Not realizing it and roaring, the beating of my heart
Is teaching me what it means
To live life
Resisting and struggling helplessly, defeated many times
Believing in your unknown strength
Let's engrave our dreams into the scars we wore!
I won't protect the sword that gives the decisive blow
I won't take the thing those hands carry in the end
Let's hoist up the tip of the sword that pierces through everything
And as the rising light gathers
And showers down upon my body
Silently and lightly, before long
My fingers are pieces of white wings
Quietly visiting those things...