As long as there is still light in the distant sky, as long as there is still prayer in the wind blowing through the wilderness.
The chants of angels flow in the hell of self-destruction.
We are born between heaven and earth by the sworn moon.
I will bury that past with my memory forever...
This is an era when magic still shines on the earth. This is a peaceful and beautiful era.
When the world that has not been shaken for thousands of years is disrupted by small ripples.
Forgotten years, lost ethnic groups, closed divine eyes...
When will everything go? Where?