雪融于燼—野火

Wrapped in biting wind，

Hearts will never bleed，

Frozen and banished，

Out of grief，

In their restless dreams，

they try so hard to breathe，

Pulses flutter and sting，

Within this bleakness，

Pain will come with the blade，

Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow，

Unsheathe a sword not to kill，

Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground，

Wake up, it’s time to gather now，

The only warmth remains in hands clasped so tight，

The only fire exists in brave hearts，

Seasons that refuse to change over the years，

Will find their way back, back on track，

We’ve made a choice，

Go fight against your fate!

Pain will come with the blade，

Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow，

Unsheathe a sword not to kill，

Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground，

Wake up, it’s time to gather now，

Forget about the rules written on weathered rock，

There were chasers of light，

find the way or get lost，

We have no way to know，

Where they all headed for，

See a light from afar，

Just blaze through the thorns，

We know it’s right over there，

We have something to declare，

Whatever is arriving, we’ll be prepared，

We’ve made a choice，

Go fight against your fate!

Pain will come with the blade，

Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow，

Unsheathe a sword not to kill，

Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground，

Wake up to hear the cheering sound。