And when this sky comes again to dye me red, I'll just advance by myself
Even the people passing by, even the things that have gotten lost
Will be vanishing memories someday
'Strength' flickering hotly, 'weakness' shaking faintly-
They'll meet the same end after all
In such typical days, the sun, dissolving the red clouds and manifesting, makes the world crimson
Streaming in the wind, the tips of my hair, drawing a line and seeming to flow, pierce my foe
Severed feelings, brimming dreams-
For everything, now I just fulfill my mission with my hands