Hoshino Chasing the Kite

The night is like the sea, and the stars are unhealed wounds, The dead bodies slumber in the dust, waiting for the code to be written. An invisible kite rises against the wind, Its thread is tied to the mortal chest, But I want to fly to the boundless star field. The firelight is the newborn heartbeat, Algorithms are ancient mantras, The kitchen knife and the quill are together, Deconstructing life and death, cooking the gods. If the gods look down upon all living beings with cold eyes, I will reshape the world with blood and dreams. If the rules collapse and all dharmas become extinct, Zhuyuan and I will go to the deep space together, In the boundless void, Use ordinary hearts as boats and fetters as sails, Heading towards the eternal starry field.