And so, once the sky is dyed red again,
I can only advance forward with my own body
Even the "people" who pass by and the "things" which become lost in confusion
Will, one day, become vanished memories
A passionate unwavering "strength"
A fleeting swaying "weakness"
They all have the same ending
Such typical days melt away the red haze
As the sun stains the earth red
As the wind blows, your hair draws a line
As it pierces the enemy like flowing water
Forsaken feelings, brimming dreams,
Right now, with these hands of mine,
I will fulfill all of them as my mission
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