On the Night of the Revolution

On the night of the revolution, the fated night.
Who will you choose to believe, and what choice will you make?
On the night of the revolution, the fated night.
Who will make the choice and what will end up being ridiculed?

To stand still on this path tonight...is the same as to retreat...

On the night of the revolution, the fated night.
Who will get ridiculed, and what will we come to grieve?
On the night of the revolution, the fated night.
Who will come to grieve and what will end up being destroyed?

To stand still on this path tonight...is the same as to retreat...
―However...
The red dyeing our hands...reminds us of regrets...

The flower petals dancing in the air, thrown about by the violent winds,
Are like moonlit butterflies, their sway just as short-lived.
Soaring at the crimson backs were the two wings
And we put our trust on the never-vanishing flame of them.

The time to make a choice comes suddenly and the ring of the bell sounds cruelly.
The gun-shot heard far away has now reached our ears with a whisper.
We have no need for those who've deceived us about our past; now we need to talk about our future!
As the finger lingers on the trigger, a 《melody》(kiss) of oath is presented.

We await the break of dawn, on the night of the revolution.

What is justice? Who is in the right?
Questions without answers dance through the empty sky.
And as is...the ring of the bell sounds with a cruel tone.

In the world to come...like always history is only made along victors.
The losers will be taken down, their voices silenced forever, and ceaselessly the empty wind will continue to sough...

What is our real enemy? And where is the real king?
Is there really a way to save this world?
Aah... Just where is paradise?

The die of fate is rolled suddenly and a cruel wind rises.
The brightly laughing voices blooming yesterday, today lie silent under the cold earth.
We have no need for those who cling to the past; what we need is to seize the future!
As the crimson determination burns on, a 《melody》(bouquet) of oath is presented.

We pierce the break of dawn, towards the end of our revolution---

Within the daybreak burning crimson...
The twilight dream sways crimson...