(The stories are all adapted from lyrics and music, so they are called pronunciation)
Why do you want to find peace in this glitzy world?
This is a world that lingers in the ears and mind, and is stored in the lyrics and melody.
The beauty is built bit by bit, and the personnel is built inch by inch.
A fantasy that is allowed to erode reality, an arrogance that forgets the difficulties of the world.
Perish under the rolling torrent of time, and sink into the world dotted with stars.
There is no meaning in Mingmang, no meaning in life and death.
I just have to tell it blindly, telling the soul movement of longing for a confidant but fearing a confidant.
Thinking suddenly.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.
Come together.
The sound of the piece is worth thousands of words, and the sound of the string is worth hundreds of lives.
...
Eventually.
It's just a long talk.