The Immaculate Moon Fantasy Ascends
The dusty star floats and falls
The clothing is fluttering, where is the ether?
Burning flames, where are the wings?
I heard the sharp and sharp wind
I heard the sparse and chaotic sound of rain
I heard a light and cold laugh
Here... It's as cold as hell
I saw silver waist-length hair
I saw crimson empty eyes
I saw a slight curvature of the corner of the mouth
She lifted her red lips and said to me
Hey... It's sunny...
Ah la la la
What a big pit it has become...
I... Fill in as much as I can...
Hmm...