残響散歌[ZanKyou SanKa] [Zankyō sanka] [English translation]

Whose sleeve the flower of illusion bloom

And only dropped it indigo

Gorgeously, there are melting color in the night and adds silver and red moon

Like rolling, he cut the wind

Then tumbles, he was very strong

He holds all lights and pains and angers

If you aren't chosen, you should choose

Roar the voice beyond the night

Sound through far scene that is blurred by tears

What does he play? Who will he deliver?

Be unclear

No matter how dark feeling, no matter how long conflict

Scatter as song, reverberation

Only she dances nights of thousand

When she tightens same obi

Like beating even gorgeous colors, the scent of deep red is pitiful

If we face much hard problems

We puff our chest rather than talking

And we trace our light of dream, everything

Won't you come here to run away?

If you aren't chosen, you should choose

Hoarse the voice like burning flower

It illuminates the dark night and

Write a score too vague answer

Like counting the night and drawing the morning

Sound a vivid sound

No matter how deep regret, no matter how high limit

Erase, reverberation