Heavy burden made to be on our shoulder   A wound spreads and hatred will be rewritten   Evil like a saint   The fabricated hero   This is his very own figure      Blood that continue running for the ignorance   What should be protected is substituted secretly   The schemed hope leads us in a maze with no exit      Perilous light shine on the blockaded darkness   Helps of falsehood show off the disgraced arm      Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well   The edge pinted to us   Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well   The mirror which is not reflected      Construction of a gray windmill continues in a town without a wind      The reality fades away,   and only the justice wrap us around which wounds us both      Glorified past and future for despair   Silence shows recognition   I refuse      Is there any fights without any consolation?   A self-portrait without a face   It's not me