I wish to have a sword to tear apart and overcome my fate.
With an unbreakable will to protect the future
The flames of hope bound by my blood surely can’t be quenched
Joining all desires and dreams, I will figure the way
But the two hands that had stretched out for me disappear into the night sky, bearing an illusory flower
Shouldering the burden of all long-cherished dreams, I swear to the empty sky
That though the two hands that had stretched out may be smeared and soiled with blood, my soul will not be sullied
Until my spirit is all spent, I repeat it eternally
Searching for reprieve, for happiness, in a miniature garden of empty signs!