Also in senseless and airy conversations I talked about my dream vividly.   This sign, that makes me return? to myself, before I’m becoming completely soiled.      I try to give a sense to my former immaturity.   The immaturity that makes me believe in a fake paper-mache tiger idol.      The bureaucracy forgets to improve itself.   More than ever I feel like a heretic. Please erase it.      I want to go back but I can’t. Untouched Sepia.   A silent voice commands me to face the grave confrontation.      Listen to the voice hiding innermost.   Please don’t forget the first abrasion.      There is still a little of the chance, that everybody always has thereby.   I ask for the ideal, dance around and beam. Never ever…      The present entwines my legs. But I want to break free.   My will follows the direction that I head for.      Gainen kairan saibou   [Concept, breakdown, talent, appearance]