If I hadn't seen the sun I might have endured the darkness,
But now, the sun shines so desolately on my loneliness,
After being soaked by illusion, the cruel will only become more cruel. How can we make an appointment with the cool breeze and not come together with the dust?
After having the cool breeze, you are no longer afraid of dust.
This is a story about a girl struggling in the darkness and slowly growing and transforming.