BAKUROCK ~Mirai no Rinkakusen~

A distant winding road
No one else but me will cross it myself

Even if I'm crushed by this beta reality
I gather up my beaten self
No matter how many times the end comes, each time I lift my own back

The meaning that continues to trouble me, I’ll cut through that confusion

Always
Drawing the outline of the future, a straight ruler
Is made from the courage of many yesterdays
The high wall I imagined is different from what I thought
I move forward beyond the point of loss

The warmth I lost somewhere, I remember it when it rains
Precious moments slip away, there's no time to hesitate and stay

This isn’t the end of the road, there’s a promised place

So
I’m still drawing the unseen outline of the future, a certain ruler
Is made from the pain of many yesterdays
The high wall I imagined is different from what I thought
I look up beyond the point of loss

The scene I dreamed of is just a fantasy
The story became vague and unclear one day
The person who taught me strength
I’ll surely return the hope that connected us
So I want to escape from these feelings
I’m swallowed up and my face is stripped away

Sharpening my technique without throwing away my heart
Back to the stage
Once again on this platform
A promise with myself

Drawing the outline of the future, a straight ruler
Is made from the courage of many yesterdays
The high wall I imagined is different from what I thought
I sketch out beyond the point of arrival

A distant winding road
No one else but me chose it myself
With the light that burned all my faint dreams, I tear through the darkness
I can see my own sky beyond the shattered wall.