I can't concentrate; my body is still hesitant.
It was trembling, but the blurry thought comes- 'I controlled it'.
Nothing is facing my way- not the sun, nor the luck dictating 'victory' or 'defeat', but
I muttered 'I've got to go for it' to persuade myself.
The situation looks grim, but it's gutless to just run away.
I can't see how things will end, but all I can do is courageously advance,
hold my instincts in check, and search the target for an opening.
The only thing you need is 'pride in victory'-
whether we taste the high-grade sake of 'triumph' or the bitterness of 'defeat',
they're just two parts of the same thing: the thread of fate I wish to manipulate.
The perfect 'golden time'- I'll seize it with these hands;
finish this by battling with a poker face that takes everything I've got.
Dragged away to an illusory world.
Escaping from this endless pressure game
so I can clear the borderline of glory.
How many..? How many reparations must be made?
What do you wish to avoid losing hold of?
Evidence supersedes argument;
the fact is that whoever gets results is the victor.
You can't be reticent; if things take too long we'll be discovered.
Read between the lines of discretion with honed senses;
what reduces our chance of winning right now
is a game sense based in reality.
Are the lurking, shadowy figures demons?
If they're just men, resolve to bravely face the challenge of scattering them.
Clapping your hands to make yourself cheer up in adversity,
attack at the last second with a unique fighting style.
Attention! It's dangerous; go beyond your limits.
Carve the greatest fairy tale into history
to display this moment of complete victory.
Are you ready? Clear your mind of indecision
and climb the staircase of Babel.
As you assume the smile of a goddess
I'm subsumed by your charm.
Lured in like this, I fall.
The boundless dream of desire in my heart swells up;
I won't be stopped by anyone.
The perfect 'golden time'- I'll seize it with these hands;
finish this by battling with a poker face that takes everything I've got.
Dragged away to an illusory world.
Escaping from this endless pressure game
so I can clear the borderline of glory.
How many..? How many reparations must be made?
Clapping your hands to make yourself cheer up in adversity,
attack at the last second with a unique fighting style.
Attention! It's dangerous; go beyond your limits.
Carve the greatest fairy tale into history,
snatch victory from the jaws of defeat and finish it magnificently.
Do you know? Fate is a plunderer.
Bathe in the glowing sunlight at Babel's summit.
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