Confusion in the darkness of the night
We fly lowly over the ground
The moon knows naught of us
As our engines resound lowly
What sorts of people are
living there and laughing?
What sorts of dreams are
born and raised there?
The map shows us a town with a name we can't read
Again, tonight, We let our banner of justice fly
Among every living thing
A scorching fire
flows underneath
Everything goes as planned as our planes rise
The artillary hatches shut
A revolution of victory
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard
nothing, nothing, nothing
As if we were celebrating in joy
The fireworks are launched modestly
Anger, grief, condolence
And then, we're caught up in the hatred
The dazzling light from the morning sun
Abruptly breaks through the glass
Among every living thing
The same crimson-colored blood
Flows from their chests
I grasp the joystick without any strength
And though I yell back
No one answers
The moon in the distance vanishes in the mist
as does my mother, as does my father, as do my friends, as do you
If we were born in a different country
The glow of this desert
would not exist to us
In the dawning sky, the nighthawk
already strays and turns away
And becomes a shooting star
Among every living thing
The same crimson-colored blood flows
bringing forth life
No matter what justice we wave above us
The flow of crimson blood
cannot be stopped
I had a dream, a long dream
a long dream, a long dream