Through a rusted steel door, engraved with our previous names,
Transparent people pass through with their eyes cast downward.

If we closely read the subtle shape of each other’s lips,
We’ll hear the slightest sound of glass… a tiny signal…

This present moment is our location, no longer in existence.
We’ll take back those names stolen from us.

We’re a collective protagonist, rebounding upon the board…
Taking everything in with an innovative trick.
That blank, white kingdom won’t make any promises for tomorrow.

We’ll take back those names stolen from us.

We’re a collective scenario writer, mixing up the board,
Playing withing a pocket of destruction.
Gathering up all our merits and regrets, I wonder which will pile higher?

We’re a collective protagonist, rebounding upon the board…
Taking everything in with an innovative trick.
That blank, white kingdom won’t make any promises for tomorrow.

かつての名を刻む錆びた鉄のドアを
透明な人たちがうつむき潜る

ひそかな唇の形を読みあえば
わずかなグラス音　小さな合図

いまは　もうない　ぼくらの在り処
奪われたその名を取り戻すよ

それは盤上で跳ね返るプロタゴニスト
革新的なトリックですべて取り込むさ
空白の王国は明日の約束を交わさない

奪われたその名を取り戻すよ

それは盤上を掻き回すシナリオライター
壊滅的なポケットの中を弄ぶ
積み上げた勲章と後悔ではどちらが高いかな

盤上で跳ね返るプロタゴニスト
革新的なトリックですべて取り込むさ
空白の王国は明日の約束を交わさない