Overture
It turns out that it exists only for sacrifice
Born just to die
I look at the endless road ahead and sigh
You cry towards the irreversible fate
God in the end of the world is just a joke
You always know what you had after losing it
But I can only look at the blue sky in the distance
Wordlessly ending everything that should never have started
It turns out that so-called holiness is just the wings of Satan
With black cruel weirdness
And stupid and despicable human nature is just a small feather on the wings
You shouldn't believe in miracles at all
in tomorrow's tomorrow, the future's future
Let go of all sorrow and joy
Prosperous and prosperous, only the earth is left with vines
Telling the tragic memories of the past life and the next life
Time has erased the traces of love and hate
The future has finally become the past
Only fate is still tirelessly
Wandering and whispering, miserable and pitiful