The wind blows, announcing the end of the seasonnThe mysterious night flows on silently nnThis town is changing, embraced in the windnBut the dream you saw isn't fading nnIn a world of mist, light leads into ArcadianHunting down treachery will become my strengthnAs the richly-coloured image of the capital in my heartnSo even if I get beaten up, I'll keep my sword sheathed nnThis sword becomes a saint, but my hands will not get injurednMy heart will dry and break, but I will not give it water nnWithout anyone to love, without being loved, I keep on runningnIf you're a traveller waiting for a miracle, shine nownEven if everything is sacrificed, I'm not handing over anythingnSomehow, tear that door up nnI turn my back on the unseen tomorrow and even on the sparkling pastnBecause in those hands, you look like you would come to and end nnWithout anyone to love, without being loved, I keep on runningnIf you're a traveller waiting for a miracle, shine nownEven if everything is sacrificed, I'm not handing over anythingnI'll cut my loneliness to pieces with this burning sword nnLike a mirage, a memory floats upnThe full blooming flowers faraway from herenAnd the person I loved whose life was takennSomehow, tear that door upnMy seething Excalibur