Fantasy Abyss

Soul falls into the ocean Butterfly shadows drifting in the wind The cradle of dreams, that is my warm hometown On the stage of masks, hypocrisy blooms with flowers On the judgment sword, is it the judgment of justice or the yearning for sin? In this blue sky, a grand drama comes to an end, and looking back only the vicissitudes of life remain Beneath the glacier lies hundreds of years of hatred and madness. A shooting star streaks across the abyss of the soul, lighting up hopes and dreams "That's a place that countless people yearn for..."