背に負った志という名の光は眩むほどに強く、
されど儚く。

夜明けを焦がれて打った刀の切っ先は、
果たして何処に向いたものだったか。
誰が為に振るったものだったか。

在りし日に其れを問うにはあまりに遠く。

The ambitious light they carried was bright, strong...and fleeting. As their swords clashed, they fought in hope of seeing the daybreak of the times to come. For what did they wield their swords? For whom did they wield their swords?

It's far too late to ask what happened in those bygone days.