Movement

Tsubaki • Aoi

seigō-sei sae ushinatta sei
zōo ni kawaru sono kōsei
mohaya imi wo kaku dōitsu-sei
hizumi dashita shikō suīpu shite
konzai shite iru mujun wo
sutetaikara Breaking down the walls

henkaku wo motomete miageta hoshizora wo kataru tengai
isso kono te de kowasetara to torigā wo hiitanda

kazashita mirai ga ayamachi demo
nando datte saisei wo nozomou
itsuka subete ga owaru toki ni
I don't want to look back past
sabitsuita negai wo tsunaida
This is the movement

mikansei de kakageta
sōkoku yobu manifesuto
haki suteru yō chiribameta
seitō-ka wo kurikaeshite
nibiru kankaku kobande
atsureki wa mō It is too late now

kasumu kiseki wa haruka kanata nisemono no tsuki ga waratte
hitotsu mata hitotsu to umoreru kioku ni hi wo tomoshita

seikai nante nai sekai demo
hōwa shita ima wo kakikaeyou
mō kiete shimawanai yō ni
Keep it firmly in my mind
tashikana mono to shite kizanda
Can you see the light of hope？

Don't take my life, don't take my sight
I've gotta change this insane world
Don't fake yourself, just face yourself
I'll carry on for sure
shikumareta ketsumatsu mukaeru tame ni tsukura reta sekai de
yume wo miru koto sae mamanaranai bokura wa

kazashita te ga kuu wo kitte mo
nando datte meguriaunda
kakushō meita mono wa nai keredo
I am quite sure of that

kazashita risō ga kuzure satte mo
kyōmei shita ima wo koko ni chikaou
bokura ga eranda kono mirai wo
There is no more borderline
saihate no sora e to sakenda
We are the movement

Tsubaki • Aoi

Because they’ve lost even their integrity,
This structure has turned into hatred,
Identity which has already lost its meaning.
Let’s sweep away these distorted thoughts;
I want to toss away these disordered dilemmas,
Breaking down the walls

I looked up towards the canopy masquerading as the starry sky, wishing for a revolution.
If I’ve chosen to destroy this with my own hands, I shall pull the trigger.

Even if this future I uphold is wrong,
I will keep hoping for it to replay.
When everything ends one day,
I don’t want to look back upon the past.
I connect with my rust-covered wishes.
This is the movement.

Incompletely held up high;
Manifesto of conflict;
Scattered as if it were spit and thrown away;
Repeatedly cycling through justifications;
Conflicts rejecting these dull feelings, It is too late now.

The misty traces of this path is faraway beyond, the fake moon ridicules me.
These memories buried one by one, I set them alight into flames

Even if it’s a world without any correct answers,
Let’s rewrite and change this reality we’re tired of.
For it to never disappear any more,
Keep it firmly in my mind.
Let’s seize this like it’s a certainty.
Can you see the light of hope?

Don’t take my life, don’t take my sight.
I’ve gotta change this insane world.
Don’t fake yourself, just face yourself.
I’ll carry on for sure.
In this world that was created to welcome this planned demise,
Even our dreams are not within our control.

Even if my aloft hand slices through the sky,
We will keep meeting again and again.
Though it is not an inevitability,
I am quite sure of that.

Even if the ideals we uphold collapse and fade away,
We will swear this oath here, upon this present resonating with us.
This future that we have chosen,
There is no more borderline.
We cry out towards the very ends of the sky;
We are the movement.^[2]