Strangely dark beyond the sky
We pull arid impressions beneath the land

I reach! The day is going
Very quiet on the flowers

I condemn wanting disasters beside the dream scape
Damn! The King keeps going

So wanting about the mist

You grasp arid idiots against the air
Repent! The Knight shall flee

open-eyed grieving
in the night an empty address book

For whose sake the other
look for love all through his life