如我西沉 if I sink like a dying sun

Who sit on the shoulder of giant with a weary body

Stumble along the city chasing the faith in next street

Which was sank to the sea but it still sparks glowingly

The airless has lasted too long which is going to bury me

But if compare with the absurd at night

Who is staying by the sea following the song slightly with a dangling cigarette

The darkest eyes will never see the sun again

Dizzying?

Or is it Crazy?

If I sink like a dying sun

Witch raised her sceptre Left a white with frost on the window

She looked like remembered the prophecy said

He would come from a snowstorm, then freeze the empty time

But he always disappeared at the end Toward the dying sun

Fire Witch Cashew came later Sang the spell warmly

The ancient stones have watched people coming and going silently

Even legends will be exiled mercilessly by the era

But he still stays calmly More likes a wanderer

This is the gods evening is the oath also is the glorious glory

Who sit on the shoulder of giant with a weary body

Stumble along the city Chasing the faith in next street

was sank to the sea but it still sparks glowingly

The airless has lasted too long which is going to bury me

But if compare with the absurd at night

Who is staying by the sea following the song slightly with a dangling cigarette

The darkest eyes will never see the sun again

Dizzying?

Or it is Crazy!

What have the time given Is not accumulated compensation

but the twilight light in your face when I see you again

the road we walked under an umbrella seem not that long

He said start all over again

is not only fine words

This is the gods evening, is the oath also is the glorious praise

The calm sea had gone raised rain and wave

he clenches a cigarette in his mouth reclaiming for his own era

wave dinged down the giant but he is still grasping the umbrella

which is an impregnable shield supports his voyage

the praise from the old day is the gift for a newbirth

the glory at the end of the journey still running a fever faintly in the heart

the home town of the giant where reins the burning sun

Dizzying? Or it is what we call crazy?

What if the axle

Reversed the time

Back to the time we said goodbye

Closed my eyes was the playback of a conquest

Opened my eyes is the end of the summer movement

with who was antagonistic

in the centre of the Bone Dragon Abyss

came back to the lane when it snowed

where it started all over again

like those old day with my old friends

I saw my home town in the grand finale

The calm sea has gone Raised rain and wave

he clenches a cigarette in his mouth reclaiming for his own era

wave dinged down the giant but he is still grasping the umbrella

which is an impregnable shield supports his voyage

the praise from the old day is the gift for a newbirth

the glory at the end of the journey is still running a fever faintly in the heart

the home town of the giant where reining the burning sun

Dizzying?

Or it is what we call crazy?

I use this tied body to bet on my faith

Should I just keep chasing? as if I dipped in the west

Why you're still moving on? Sitting in the centre of glory

This paragraph of extraordinary neither over nor die out

I’ve been wondering How indelible a Game is

To let you and me burning our blood like this

I am sitting here as a king, clenching my scepter of time

Dizzying?

Or it is what we call crazy?

I use this tied body to bet on my faith

Should I keep chasing?

even if I am sinking like the dying sun

Why not stop here?

Sitting in the centre of glory

This paragraph of extraordinary neither over nor die out

I’ve been wondering How indelible a Game is

To let you and me burning our blood like this

I've sat here became a king

I'm always here

Dizzying? It is Glory, it is crazy.