Standing still at the conclusion, spilling over
After the sin, all that remains is a colorless, sardonic face
Continuing to wander through the mist-covered forest of truth
Beyond exhaustion, I found a beautiful foreshadowing
Scattered in the exposed night sky, a waning crescent moon
A fleeting yet beautiful poem of defeat
The end of the world we envisioned back then
Now unfolds before my eyes, everything coming to an end
Counting from the final night, retracing the accumulated errors
Can’t go back, too late for regrets, but toward the memories
Tracing the unsolvable maze puzzle with closed eyes every day
Until it withers away, let it flow, another morning will come
The empty time swaying in a daydream
The ideal end we envisioned back then
Until the sins covering our eyes perish
Scattered in the exposed night sky, a waning crescent moon
A fleeting yet beautiful poem of defeat
The end of the world we envisioned back then
Now unfolds before my eyes
Until it withers away, let it flow, another morning will come
The empty time swaying in a daydream
The ideal end we envisioned back then
Until the sins covering our eyes perish