Love and hate are exchanged in the heart. The devil and the angel are playing tug of war over my soul.
A shiny sword, wiped with fine velvet, sheathed...
The war horses are fed with ordinary oats and sent to the end...
The hanging robe is packed in a golden box and covered in dust...
I come for the light,
But cannot escape the phantom of darkness.
Through your eyes,
What he saw was the shadow of the sword in the light of the sword.
My life is on a sharp edge,
Can't bear the excessive silence.
The sharp sword cuts across the back,
The shield strikes my heartache,
What I saw was your sadness.
Persistent belief,
Longing for the light that belongs to the goddess.
The call of death,
Not as good as the faith in my heart.
Sharp sword edge,
Abandoning the darkness,
But it keeps stabbing at my heart...
In the name of a knight,
With the shield in my hand,
The door that imprisons darkness.
…
We were young then,
Can't own it, can't let it go.
There is love at this age,
However,
There is no ending.
…
Everything is a little twisted,
Wipe your tears,
Which is just——
The helplessness at that time
Youthful helplessness.