戦国浮世
One more life, in an age of war.
One more life, in an age of war.
Rain over Shibuya. You wake in Eiroku.
You can take up the blade.
You can climb above the clouds.
You can vanish into hearth smoke.
You can give your heart away.
Or you can walk alone.
Rain like this.Come in and rest.
In times like these,hands and feet keep you alive.
Once the dye takes,it never washes out.
On the field,your life outweighs your pride.
An unsteady heartmakes an unsteady blade.
If it doesn't kill you,it's a scratch.
When the rain stops,will you leave?
Those eyes hold a secretthis age has never known.
