Even if this body rots away
And the insects become a living soil
The particles of recollection
Will become the egg and the butterfly
Dying again and being born again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Our fingers join without being different
As we light a fire on the street corner, the six realms' crossroad...
In the hell valley, the number of misdeeds falls...
The ghoul of the river does not decrease hunger or thirst...
The beast that is full of heresy is creeping to its place...
The courageous men are fighting Asura without dreams...
Soaking the darkness of survivalism
The moonlight is being guided by Kannon...
Suffering is colouring the colour of a generation...
The death of a child is the decay of an angel's raiment...
The amphetamine from inside my brain
Spins a paradise in my arteries...
In both this world and that world
Like the "now" that is locked away
We face forward by fumbling
Because we are alone
Living again and dying again
To where will I continue to?
Meeting by chance and arguing
Only the ogre is on a path of doubt, an endless transmigration in the six realms
While I can, and as much as I can
I will strongly grasp those hands...
The present, past, and future of light and shadow...
The previous existence, present age, and future world of the prince and shrine maiden...
The nirvana that acquires love without limits
Are the things that should understand it illusions?
Even if these five viscera flow out to the end
And the lotus becomes the blooming water
The cast-off skin of my soul
Will become the rain and the sky
Being born again and dying again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Dying differently and passing by each other
Men of this world roll and fall on the six realms' slope
While I can, and as much as I can
I will embrace you much more...
In both this world and that world
Like the "now" that is locked away
We face forward by fumbling
Because we are alone
Living again and dying again
For how long will I continue?
Meeting by chance and arguing
Only the ogre is on a path of doubt, an endless transmigration in the six realms
Even if this body rots away
And the insect becomes a living soil
The particles of recollection
Will become the egg and the butterfly
Dying again and being born again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Our fingers join without being different
As we light the fire on the street corner, the six realms' crossroad
Suited for only this moment
I will strongly hold you close...
And the insects become a living soil
The particles of recollection
Will become the egg and the butterfly
Dying again and being born again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Our fingers join without being different
As we light a fire on the street corner, the six realms' crossroad...
In the hell valley, the number of misdeeds falls...
The ghoul of the river does not decrease hunger or thirst...
The beast that is full of heresy is creeping to its place...
The courageous men are fighting Asura without dreams...
Soaking the darkness of survivalism
The moonlight is being guided by Kannon...
Suffering is colouring the colour of a generation...
The death of a child is the decay of an angel's raiment...
The amphetamine from inside my brain
Spins a paradise in my arteries...
In both this world and that world
Like the "now" that is locked away
We face forward by fumbling
Because we are alone
Living again and dying again
To where will I continue to?
Meeting by chance and arguing
Only the ogre is on a path of doubt, an endless transmigration in the six realms
While I can, and as much as I can
I will strongly grasp those hands...
The present, past, and future of light and shadow...
The previous existence, present age, and future world of the prince and shrine maiden...
The nirvana that acquires love without limits
Are the things that should understand it illusions?
Even if these five viscera flow out to the end
And the lotus becomes the blooming water
The cast-off skin of my soul
Will become the rain and the sky
Being born again and dying again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Dying differently and passing by each other
Men of this world roll and fall on the six realms' slope
While I can, and as much as I can
I will embrace you much more...
In both this world and that world
Like the "now" that is locked away
We face forward by fumbling
Because we are alone
Living again and dying again
For how long will I continue?
Meeting by chance and arguing
Only the ogre is on a path of doubt, an endless transmigration in the six realms
Even if this body rots away
And the insect becomes a living soil
The particles of recollection
Will become the egg and the butterfly
Dying again and being born again
Will I ever be able to meet you?
Our fingers join without being different
As we light the fire on the street corner, the six realms' crossroad
Suited for only this moment
I will strongly hold you close...