When I try to tell that story, when I try to depict that world.
"A long time ago the sky was white..." "Dreams are not fake, we are fake..." "Have you ever seen dark lightning?"
The language is fragmented…
Have you ever heard a song like this?
"No one said anything because the snowflakes forgot their colors
In the valley at night, the earth becomes hot
Green sky, bright red stars, black lightning drilled into the swamp in the distance
What's hidden in the wind
Who is there, dancing an ugly dance, falling into a dirty lake
It's hypocrisy, deception, hatred, sin
No, it's love and the one you love
fall, fall from the other side
The white night waits, the body of the night
Reshape, integrate
Then start all over again
Everyone is sad, but no one says anything
Because the snowflakes forgot their colors
…
Vancanatia, the eternal palace
At the door of Curius she sings
Distant songs, from the distant past
As long as a girl has a dream in her heart
Everything continues in the singing."