It was too warped in chains I was able to think, reality exists Without even knowing the way I only lingered in my nightmare lonely times Bound by coils in the beautiful nightmare a sin was committed a nightmare In a slight fever They were illuminated in the moonlight surfacing from the rising ocean the Goddesses Why did the pupils of my eyes become a sad color? The myself of a distant Day I embraced The feather of an obscene angel . even flying is not permitted In this dream that I'm tired of dreaming . is there no tomorrow? La la la...