Oh! Rival

A hot southern wind blew
Talked a little too much, let's start soul & soul

Chased by a pure white cross
A glass left on the table
Reflecting the red flame of a candle

The rhythm stomping the floor
If it's the footsteps of destiny
The clapping hands like the blue sky are heart beat

There are things that can only be understood
By competing souls
They are surely engraved more than a thousand characters

Oh! Rival, a hot southern wind blew
Words lose their meaning, a storm of heat calls for a round dance of feeling
In a casual scene in a different place
If we had met, how would it have been? Could we have held hands?

The smell of life that makes your throat dry
And colors vibrant enough to squint
I am living my life now

Just like in music and paintings
I want to give each passing day
A modest title and see it off

Oh! Rival, you are not anyone, beyond the mirror
Reflecting this figure, just playing as it is
I was afraid of the weakness living in my heart
That someday it would corrode me like a virus

Oh! Rival, oh! Rival, what lies beyond the formless form I chased
Even if it's not paradise, even if it's not a dream, I want to see it with my own eyes
The guitar marks the steps of the dancer
Inviting me somewhere while swaying the silver hair ornament

Calling out soul & soul