境界線 [Kyōkaisen] [English translation]

What a scenery was reflected in those eyes! The last light of the stars twinkling!

Resignation, it's unsensitive, now. The night is dark, everybody needs to carry a light.

No one knows, no one can name the little glow in our sparks.

Dried soil, your laughing days were surely burnt.

Beyond the border, I can forget my ending fate. I understand.

The voice that doesn't allow you to give in, is it from your former comrades or is it from your own heart?

The meaning of existence is always other than oneself; for example, your voice.

A faintly lit fire within reach, I felt like I could call it hope.

I didn't want to see this kind of scenery. The howling that block the crying voice.

"Over there is scary." someone screamed; the reverberation spread and pierced people around.

Easily changing goodness into violence, that person's voice is unmistakable justice,

turning into a brutal beast to protect old days.

Beyond the border, being overwhelmed by grief, but still

the voice that blames you for lying, is it an afterimage of your hometown or is it your own heart?

The meaning of existence is always other than oneself; for example, your voice.

A faintly lit fire within reach, I felt like I could call it hope.

Ruthless decisions, reckless choices, succumbing defeats, compromised options, too.

I had no choice but to do that, since I have a grudge against yesterday.

I'll choose differently next time; today, I'll excuse myself.

Betond the border, people struggling, people mourning. While looking,

if we choose to be silent, will we be accomplices?

The meaning of existence is always inside myself; each and every color that remains in me.

If you hold it in your chest, that faintly lit fire that looks like the last starry sky, will hurt you.