Under the sad night,
Wise men soar in the sky of knowledge;
The painter fantasizes about the castle in his mind;
Princesses inhabit wonderful myths;
The hunter waits for his late prey.
And in that distant empire of shadows,
This old cage, the end of the void,
The lonely king sits on his throne,
Six female angels representing different sins presented the crown.
In the diffuse gray fog, endless weirdness roared.
And He looks at the real world,
Use the [Key] to pry open the closed door.
Gray mist surges, the glory is no longer there,
In that noisy scene, I could only see Him speaking softly,
"Times stalk, shadows follow them."
