Psycho le Cemu

The wind blows, telling of the end of the D season
The mysterious night flows quietly

The streets will change, embraced by breath
The dreams that you have will not fade

In this cruel world, the ambitions that I spur on
Toward a lighted utopia become my strength
I continue to search for the richly colored metropolis as depicted in my heart
Even if it's been demolished

With holy sword in my hand, I can't be hurt
Don't give any water to my dry and broken heart

I continue to run, without loving, without being loved
If you're a traveler waiting for a miracle, it's sparkling now
Even if I cast everything aside, there's something I can't give up
Please, tear off the door

Turning your back on tomorrow that can't be seen, and on even the glimmering of the past
You are now trying to feebly close the curtain

A memory comes to mind in the far-away sea, like a mirage
The images of flowers bloom in profusion, far-far-away
I was only searching for life, longing for others
Cut through loneliness with a burning sword
Burning hot excalibur