The south wind blew, so that it is burning my skin
We talked just a little too much, so now let's begin Soul & Soul

Covered in a pure white cloth
A glass left on the table
Reflects the red flame of a candle

If the rhythm to stamp the floor
Become the destined footsteps
Then clap your hands to the beat, with agitated heartbeat

I do nothing more but sharpening my soul
I may not understand it, but
It is surely carved in more than 1,000 characters

Oh! Rival The south wind blew, so that it is burning my skin
The words get rid of their meaning, repeated music causing a storm, feeling the heat
In a whole different location, or at a casual scene....
If we were to meet, how would that be? Would we be able to hold each others' hands?

I feel choked, but I will return with the smell of life
I smile widely, to the extend of all shades of colour
Now, I'm going to live my life

As it is in music and in painting
You make progress day by day
You put a modest title and then you want to let it go

Oh! Rival to the other side of the mirror, you can be anyone
I merely play it as it is, projecting this figure
I was afraid of the weakness that nests in my heart
The time that it will undermine this body will come sometime

Oh! Rival Oh! Rival without figure to the point that you keep chasing your own figure
Even if there is not Paradise, even if there is not a dream, I want to see it with my own eyes
It is the dance of a dancing girl etched by the melody of a guitar
Where to, it invites me, while she shakes the silver hair ornament?

Calling each other, Soul&Soul