The rose dream where time begins, the Garden of Eden where space originates.
The meandering clear ocean currents mix with the singing of prayers.
It's just a pure dream, a world without killing, hatred, and pain...
Missing, whose brilliance touches each other's souls so much;
Turn around and the familiar figure turns into bubbles;
Memory leads us back to the war where light and shadow meet;
If I can make a wish to God again, I only hope to return to your smile and continue this beautiful dream.
However, the sunset-like blood of the Rose Garden War at dusk stung everything in us...
Lucifer: "We are different, even though the difference is only a tiny bit..."
Michael: "You're not ready yet..."