Kimetsu No Yaiba: Yuukaku-hen Op Zankyou Zanka

Just the wildflowers blooming on the sleeves
Just dropping love into them

As if melting the colors brightly
Accompanied by the silver vermilion moon

Coming like rolling wind
Growing stronger with each stumble

Embrace all the light, pain, and anger
If you're not chosen, then choose

Like a burning flower with a hoarse voice
If it illuminates the darkness

Turning the too vague world into a fence
Playing a vivid sound like drawing morning over the night

No matter how deep the regret
No matter how high the limit
Erase and leave the echo