Flowers blossom and wither. [My] loneliness is boundless. [My] yearning is too vast. Who's right and who's wrong, all of that is just a thing of process. No need to be caught up on it. Don't be afraid of taking a wrong step. Follow me closely. Even if [we] end up immolated by fire, [we] will never become weak and irresolute.
The me in [your] eyes, the me in [your] heart, the me who met you— Having loved and having hated, all of that is just a thing of preordained fate. Even if [it turns out] to be a misfortune, don't think too much. [I] have you to keep me company, So even if [we] end up losing [our] sense of reason, [we] will never cower and back away.
Fate repeatedly jolts around, shuttling back and forth, tightly gripping you and me. [I] reach out a hand to grasp yours firmly, afraid of dissolving into foam. [Fate] repeatedly jabs at [our] hearts. Another [round of] disturbance comes. The one thought [of ours] is too persistent. Having lost [our] souls, to whom do [we] speak of you and me?
There are too many legends in this mortal world [such that we] have no way of dodging them, trapping you and me. Even if [we] have been submerged by tears, [we] cannot cleanse [ourselves] of them. Who cares whatever legends they are, [we'll] take them as delusions to test you and me. Finding [ourselves] in the midst of ice and fire, to whom do [we] speak of you and me?
Finding [ourselves] in the midst of ice and fire, to whom do [we] speak of you and me?