Silently and gently, 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 do the dolls 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
While fighting, the intersecting shouts are oaths
And this uniting power is more precious than any love
I won't take up 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 rises up
Not realizing it and roaring, the beating of my heart
Is teaching me what it means to live life
Resisting and (believing) struggling (in your) helplessly (unknown), defeated many times (strength)
Let's engrave our dreams into the scars we wore!
I won't... (I won't) protect the sword (take the thing those) that gives the (hands carry) decisive blow (in the end)
Let's hoist up the tip of the sword that pierces through everything
And as the rising light gathers
Showering down upon my body
Silently and gently, before long
My fingers are pieces of white wings
Quietly visiting those things...
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