The biggest nemesis of spring
is not winter that imbues her...

Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...

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

The distance of two impossibilities
are crushed...

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

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

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

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

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

Forever forlorn
on a jiffy thorn...

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

Unable to see the derision
of themselves...