In the dream, you became a hero carrying glory in this world. People cheered for your triumph. In a sea of cheers, I saw you walking through the crowd, but your expression was solemn, like a lonely boat. My tears shed like loose beads.
They all saw the light of your glory, but I pity the shadow beneath your soul.
They only follow you for your victory, and I shed tears because of the scars that symbolize your honor.
Heroes fall, saints become vassals, immortals follow the common people, these are not considered original sins.
Your unhappiness is the original sin of this world.
Concept: dark love