The darkness of the night laughs.
This is a world dropped into darkness, a forgotten future.
It's just an afterimage
Filled with absurd passions...
You stars who do not know where the beginning and end are for the grieving dream,
"Who holds the answer?"
You won't notice if you keep your eyes down.
And so, she withers into a slumber of thorns.
If the true miracle will stab through the present,
She will embrace the days past at the windowsill at which morning never comes.
Laugh in the darkness of the night.
This is the madness of a world dropped into darkness.
The darkness of the night laughs.
Surely passion that has accustomed itself to despair will become a sin.
The victim's justice is still
A cruel...
The dream that should bring enlightenment is a thing that swallows down the poisons of the current world.
"Is the answer waiting in nirvana?"
Nothing will change if you just shiver.
Eventually, you must stand and disappear. Be caught in a storm.
Eternal life is a foolish wish.
If you are an existence who is confused by the twilight, you will be burned by the sun and vanish away.
Arrive on the road to the underworld.
That there is an unforgivable, insolent miasma.
The road to the underworld continues on.
If it is your heart's deepest desire, then surely reality will also become a lie.
It's just an afterimage
Filled with absurd passions...
If we can fleetingly talk to each other before I have to offer up the strand of beads of my life...
Arrive on the road to the underworld.
That there is an unforgivable, insolent miasma.
Laugh in the darkness of the night. This is the madness of a world dropped into darkness.
The darkness of the night laughs. Surely passion that has accustomed itself to despair will become a sin.
The victim's justice is still a cruel afterimage...