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花一匁

花一匁 この世は儚き
花一匁 渦巻く無情に
抗う様に 放せど繋ぐのだろう
手を 夢を 心を

数刻前の
友さえも 敵に変わる
寄せて返す 波の如く
進んでは 戻りて我行く

命と命を 打つけた証しが
傷跡が莫迦に 愛しい

花一匁 この世は涯無き
花一匁 斬られて堪るか
いざ真剣勝負 努努放すな
其の手を 夢を 心を

誰もが今
欲望を 隠しもせず
愛が欲しい 栄光が欲しい
虚空へと ただ味気に上げ

乾いた心に 火花を散らして
燃え尽きる様が 可笑しい

花一匁 この世は涯無き
花一匁 斬られて堪るか
いざ真剣勝負 努努放すな
其の手を 夢を 心を

勝って嬉しい花一匁
負けて悔しい花一匁
勝って嬉しい花一匁
負けて悔しい花一匁

所詮は 児戯の如き 御伽江戸
お天道様に 胸張れるような
ルールが欲しい 信念が欲しい
制定しましょう そうしましょう

一つ 一人より出るお誇り
二つ 不埒な浮世にも萎れず
三つ 祈りともしれぬ理想背負って
四つ 意思あえず 正々堂々

花一匁 この世は儚き
花一匁 渦巻く無情に
抗う様に 放せど繋ぐのだろう
手を 夢を

花一匁 （花一匁）
無残無残 斬られて堪るか
覚悟はいいか 努努放すな
其の手を 夢を 心を

One Mon of Flower

One mon of flower, this world is fleeting,
One mon of flower, in this swirling ruthlessness,
Like resisting, even if released, we'll connect, won't we?
Our hands, our dreams, our hearts.

Just moments ago,
Even friends turn into enemies,
Like the ebb and flow of waves,
We advance and retreat, forging our own path.

The proof of lives clashing against lives,
These scars, foolishly, are so dear to me.

One mon of flower, this world is endless,
One mon of flower, will I stand being cut down?
Now, a serious duel, never let go,
Of your hand, your dream, your heart.

Everyone now,
Without hiding their desires,
Wants love, wants glory,
Lifting them up to the void, so tastelessly.

Scattering sparks in a dried-up heart,
The way it burns out is amusing.

One mon of flower, this world is endless,
One mon of flower, will I stand being cut down?
Now, a serious duel, never let go,
Of your hand, your dream, your heart.

One mon of flower, happy to win,
One mon of flower, frustrated to lose,
One mon of flower, happy to win,
One mon of flower, frustrated to lose,

After all, it's like a child's play, a fairytale Edo,
Rules I can be proud of before the sun,
I want beliefs, I want rules,
Let's establish them, yes, let's.

One, Pride emanating from each individual,
Two, Unwavering even in this wicked floating world,
Three, Bearing ideals that might as well be prayers,
Four, With unwavering resolve, fair and square.

One mon of flower, this world is fleeting,
One mon of flower, in this swirling ruthlessness,
Like resisting, even if released, we'll connect, won't we?
Our hands, our dreams.

One mon of flower (One mon of flower)
So cruel, so cruel, will I stand being cut down?
Are you ready? Never let go,
Of your hand, your dream, your heart.