Outro : Cross the Line
Romaji
With our last step
we dance across this line
into a new world.
Evening shadows fall and
it must follow, as the night the day,
we wait for our given days and sleep.
What days may come,
as the sun must rise again.
Days like a flipped carnival
where up is down and down is up
and life is mixed with death,
are what we must survive.
If I wake from dreamless sleep
may tomorrow begin like a dream.