In the spreading darkness, a revolutionary contract is made with each other. No one is allowed to get in the way. The future announced by the fruit turns dreams into ideals and allows the "end" of all hopes to come. One day I will let you see the glorious world.
Unreachable dreams are within reach, and useless things are discarded. The long-cherished wish that will never waver is placed in my heart. I am still caught between reality and ideals. Even if the shackles called "sacrifice" bind my feet, I can't restrain the overflowing impulse. I should have a heart of strong pursuit. Hypocrisy, fear, pretense, worry... All kinds of negativity, I am not fragile and imprisoned by them, and I don't know what loneliness is.