It was too warped in chains I was able to think, reality exists   Without even knowing the way I only lingered in my nightmare lonely times      Bound by coils in the beautiful nightmare a sin was committed a nightmare   in a slight fever      They were illuminated in the moonlight surfacing from the rising ocean the   goddesses   Why did the pupils of my eyes become a sad color? The myself of a distant   day I embraced      The feather of an obscene angel . even flying is not permitted   In this dream that I'm tired of dreaming . is there no tomorrow?      la la la...