Many fates announce the beginning of their performance with this impact, but what really awaits: Hope…? Despair…?
Gears of an era, rusted red, screech in utter scorn in our present time.
The lamentation that drowns out this silence is an energy that tears at my chest;
The emotion shouted by the blood whirling within me is you: “Please, don’t stop!”
Stand in opposition against these thousands of blooming perils –
Stand against that fate that draws division between white and black!
All things that live in this world,
Have a reason for which their hearts beat… so Cry for the Truth!
“Why has my heart been wounded this much?” The voice of your younger self rings out through your memories,
As your vows and utopias float up listlessly in white darkness:
Your nostalgia vanishes like foam – a puzzlingly unsteady proof of existence.
Taking even your sadness as companion, pierce through tomorrow with your struggling gaze!
Take hold until your life gives way; as many times as it takes –
A feverish desire, beneath many skies.
Wipe away the silver rain that hides the night sky,
And resume your dash on through – surely, Life is A Fate…
From this labyrinth arranged for you, a new moon pierces your heart,
“Who are you?” “Who am I?” It repeats in refrain.
Every soul alive was born simply for the purpose of believe in one another;
The flowers, the birds, the wind… even the moon… this night…
Stand in opposition, against these thousands of blooming perils –
Stand against that fate that draws division between white and black!
All things that live in this world,
Have a reason for which their hearts beat… so Cry for the Truth!