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

零れ落ちる　結末に　立ち尽くしてる
罪のあとに残るのは　色のない　冷笑的な素顔

霧がかかる　真実の森を　彷徨い続け
疲れ果てた　その向こう側に　見つけた　綺麗な伏線

暴かれた夜空に　散る　二日月
儚くも美しい　敗北の詩
あの頃に描いた　世界の果てが
目の前に広がる　何もかもが　もう終わる

最後の夜から数え　遡る　積み重ねた　誤差
戻れないけど　悔やんでも遅いけど　記憶の方へ
抜け出せない　迷路のパズルを　目を瞑りなぞる日々

枯れるまで　流して　また朝が来る
白日夢に揺れる　空っぽの　時間
あの頃に描いた　理想の果てが
目の前を覆う　罪が滅びるまでは

暴かれた夜空に　散る　二日月
儚くも美しい　敗北の詩
あの頃に描いた　世界の果てが
目の前に広がる

枯れるまで　流して　また朝が来る
白日夢に揺れる　空っぽの　時間
あの頃に描いた　理想の果てが
目の前を覆う　罪が滅びるまでは