Walking through the fields of desire and ambition, through the whirlpool of madness and conspiracy,
Are we the swaying duckweeds in this world?
The stumbling back is wandering, and the shackles on its back are difficult to remove,
The pure land in my heart is far away, and the turbulent world will never have peace...
Who will redeem the soul sacrificed for strength?
If mankind takes the wrong path, who will correct it?
However, how can the belief that must be persisted be annihilated over time?
The scars all over the body tell the pain, the shining tears reflect the fantasy,
The unspeakable love is rugged and winding, and the mottled blood stains stretch towards eternity.
And even so, we, we also...