This is not paradise,
It is the last Garden of Eden for mankind surrounded by karmic fire.
People live in phantoms,
While praying for tomorrow,
While cursing reality.
Although the end of human's density is endless darkness,
our hearts are still looking for the light.
(Even if the end of human destiny is endless darkness,
Our hearts are still chasing the light.)
Although the world is full with grief,
we still have the power to pray for future.
(Even if the world is filled with sadness,
We still have the right to pray for tomorrow.)
May this body be transformed into a sharp blade that cuts through thorns
Let the boiling blood intertwine and bloom red roses
Together with the red lotus fire, it disperses in the wind