Filled with the source of all-knowing wisdom,
A river full of life flows,
Isolated but intertwined time and space,
The true knowledge is lost due to the dominance of the gods in the underworld.
This is how the order of looking down at the world aloofly exists.
The other side of the proud soul blooms,
Silently thinking about the truth behind the mask,
The dictatorship concealed by illusory dreams,
The illusion was revealed because of his belief in the morning star of justice.
At the end of despair, blood is exchanged for the remaining hope of dawn.
But bystanders who have long been at the top of the world,
To this world piled with countless weeping souls,
How should the guilt of his omniscience be quantified?
Once the Pandora's box of hypocrisy is opened,
Who will judge the illusion lurking in the cat box?
And that turbulent undercurrent originally born from desire,
Where will it go after the origin is defeated?
Are you guilty, and what is that?
How will we bear the original sin flowing in our blood?
When the light of forgiveness brings final judgment,
A star that never fades,
will lead to a new future.