And stain this sky red; when the time comes I'll only carry on with this body.
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"People" who pass by each other, and "things" that become mixed and lost,
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Both will eventually become fading memories. [1]
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"Strength" that shakes with passion, and "weakness" that trembles fleetingly,
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After all, both will lead to the same end. [2]
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Such normalcy dissolves the crimson mist; the sun appears and reddens the world.
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Let the wind move you, draw the lines, and like the flowing ends of your hair, pierce the enemy.
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The feelings that I shook off, the charged dreams,
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All will now be used by this hand only to accomplish my mission.
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Another torch bites the dust, [3] it disappeared quietly somewhere.
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Reality doesn't change day by day,
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But I can definitely feel your warmth, your heartbeat.
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And scatter the crimson, red dust. I'll bear the evening sun and start now, you'll see.
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Why does my pounding heart feel lost and confused?
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Quickly, destroy the pain that uselessly rages on.
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The burnt clouds spread across the sky, scorching the hidden prayers within.
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Tears come to my reluctant eyes, but I'll turn them into tomorrow's strength.
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I'll give my all to the land I descended upon, with one cold sword I'll slice through the darkness.
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Keep the light in the depths of your heart glimmering always,
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And I'll use this body until I accomplish my mission.
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