As your soul whispers to mine,
You illuminate my life with a whimsical shine...

In the Predawn of the Night
I hear your voice...

As I say, I love you,
I feel the tremor of sea...

My beloved is a butterfly...

My beloved,
A gypsy belle...

I , Endymion, the lord of mystery
Who holds the key of unknown...

My angel touches me
I tremble...

Loneliness that abides
In this endless emptiness...

Thank you Hiroshima...!
You let all the masks fall...

I tread on your belief,
Grasp madness with my hand...

We were wrapped in divine dreams,
Plucking the rose of creation...

Roses of spirit are withering away,
And sad rain pours down in my heart...