The meadow of night,
and the herd of whiteness...

These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...

Unable to see the derision
of themselves...

I am absolutely at your mercy
like a little fun trapped in barbwire...

Forever forlorn
on a jiffy thorn...

You don't need to wear makeups.
Your beauty is always there...

You know this stranger,
don't you...

They couldn't bear the burden
of going endlessly up and down...

Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...

There,
deep inside the coal mine was pitch black...

The distance of two impossibilities
are crushed...

Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...