Arashi, kakenukeru kouya wo fumishimete kiyoki shinzan no chi de ware wo mitsumeru subete uketomeru mi to kokoro motomete kodoku, zetsubou mo mu no sekai e toujiru. . .
* Zutto koushite ikite kita akaki chishio nagare motto sochi tsuyoki kenshi ni nare yo to sakenda kotodama
Haru mo shiranu mama fuyu ni ikiru tamashii akaneiro wo shita ware tsubomi saka sou
# Kitto aoki tsuki no gotoku awaku hikaru de arou sotto tabibito terasu yo na yasashiki ougi mo tsuyosa yo
Kedakaki ken wa toki ni tooku kanjiru yureru kokoro, uchikesu yo ni
I run through the storm stepping firmly on the wasteland On the earth deep in the pure mountains I gaze at myself I take in all that my body and heart want I cast solitude and despair to the world of nothingness...
* Always living in this way Crimson blood flows To become a stronger swordswoman Is the cry of my soul
My soul that lives in winter fails to understand the spring Into a madder red my flower bud has bloomed
# I will always be like the pale moon Shining faintly Softly illuminating travellers Whose tender mysteries are also strength
The sublime blade sometimes feels distant As if to deny my wavering heart
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Arashi, kakenukeru kouya wo fumishimete kiyoki shinzan no chi de ware wo mitsumeru subete uketomeru mi to kokoro motomete kodoku, zetsubou mo mu no sekai e toujiru. . .
* Zutto koushite ikite kita akaki chishio nagare motto sochi tsuyoki kenshi ni nare yo to sakenda kotodama
Haru mo shiranu mama fuyu ni ikiru tamashii akaneiro wo shita ware tsubomi saka sou
# Kitto aoki tsuki no gotoku awaku hikaru de arou sotto tabibito terasu yo na yasashiki ougi mo tsuyosa yo
Kedakaki ken wa toki ni tooku kanjiru yureru kokoro, uchikesu yo ni
I run through the storm stepping firmly on the wasteland On the earth deep in the pure mountains I gaze at myself I take in all that my body and heart want I cast solitude and despair to the world of nothingness...
* Always living in this way Crimson blood flows To become a stronger swordswoman Is the cry of my soul
My soul that lives in winter fails to understand the spring Into a madder red my flower bud has bloomed
# I will always be like the pale moon Shining faintly Softly illuminating travellers Whose tender mysteries are also strength
The sublime blade sometimes feels distant As if to deny my wavering heart