Kakumei No Yoru Ni

On the night of revolution
On the night of fate
Who to trust, what to choose?
On the night of revolution
On the night of fate
Who decides, what to laugh at?

On this night, the path we stand still on is the same as the past

On the night of revolution
On the night of fate
Who laughs, what to lament?
On the night of revolution
On the night of fate
Who laments, what to destroy?

On this night, the path we stand still on is the same as the past
But
The hands that keep reaching out are similar to regret

In the blowing wind, the falling petals
The moonlit butterfly, flickering so fleetingly
In the farewell of your back, rising in the lust of the night
The flame that won't go out, entrusted to me

When the time for choice comes, suddenly the cold bell tolls
From afar, the echo of the gunfire whispers in my ears
No need to speak of the past, what should be spoken is the future
With my finger on the trigger, a vow sealed with a kiss

Waiting for dawn on the night of revolution

What is justice, who is right?
The unanswered question fills the void
The cold bell tolls endlessly

In every night, history is intertwined with the victors
The wind blows, cutting through the silence, endlessly

What is the true enemy, where is the true king?
Is there really salvation in this world?

Ah, where is paradise?

The fate's festival suddenly brings a cruel wind
Yesterday's laughter blooms, today it’s cold in the earth
No need to cling to the past, what to grasp is the future
While lighting the crimson stone, a bouquet of vows

After the revolution, piercing through the dawn

In the red, burning dawn, swaying in the red twilight dream