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(Subtitled By VocaloidLiveConcerts, Any Mistakes Please Inform Us)
With an audacious air, so begins the western revolution,
open heated and un-affected, a pacifist nation,
A penny-farthing with a Japanese flag rolls along,
Dispelling evil, an ICBM
Running along a belt line, being on the move,
Boys and girls as samurai warroirs, imitating the Edo period,
The thousand cherry trees receding into the night,
Even your voice can't reach me, you know,
This banquet of sorts - an iron prision,
Looking down from the guillotine,
The universe, engulfed in darkness,
Your singing lament fail to reach any ears,
The azure sky till lies far away,
Go ahead, and shoot with that ray gun~
The veteran, trained through adversity, is now an officer,
Here and there, as the procession of courtesans continues,
This one and that one, they all gather, The march of saints, 1, 2, 3, 4
Passing though the gates to the mountain top,
Warding off evil to escape this world,
Certainly, at the end will be a denouement, Between the applause
The thousand cherry trees receding into the night,
Even your voice can't reach me, you know,
This banquet of sorts - an iron prison,
Looking down from the guillotine,
The universe, engulfed in darkness,
Your singing lament fail to reach any ears,
The the peek of hope still lies far away,
Go ahead, and fire with that flashing bullet~
Running along a belt line, being on the move,
Boys and girls as samurai warriors, imitating the Edo period,
The thousand cherry trees receding into the night,
Even your voice can't reach me, you know,
This banquet of sorts - an iron prison,
Leaping off from the guillotine,
The thousand cherry trees receding into the night,
If you would sing, then i would dance,
This banquet of sorts - an iron prison,
Now with that ray gun, fire away!~
(Subtitled By VocaloidLiveConcerts, Any Mistakes Please Inform Us)