Talk to the birds, talk to the fishes.
Tell us, the stone.
The flowers, bloom, laugh.
Bring in the wind that crosses the field and deliver a shine that we cannot hear.
Stand alone in front of "Infinity".
Your body burns with the ice and freezes with scorching heat.
"Unknown" knocks on the closed door of our "Prosperity"
Like a trumpet that signals the end,
We're comedy up and down from the mud.
The women who apply perfume oil to their "Infinite" feet are oppressed.
Praise the heroes who struggle to keep the door open.
However, the "Unknown" merciless sickle will be cut from the rear guard's neck.
The flowers are proud of laughter,
The birds and the fishes are singing and dancing.
Split cruel blood and flesh and share.
Now, to you here and to you there.
Let's shed tears on the cruelty of LOVE drinking blood.
The blood is filled with "Infinite" LOVE of women, heroes, flowers, birds and fish, and unnamed stones.
Refusing is not allowed. LOVE is merciless, invincible, and ignorant.
The anxiety doesn't stop like rain outside the window,
And the "Unknown" marches proudly.
We work together and continue to comedy.
The curtain call is just around the corner.
Still, we believe that bad music doesn't stop forever.
Are you a king or a beggar? That doesn't matter.
Stand alone in front of "Infinity".
Your body burns with the ice and freezes with scorching heat.
A cruel sickle of LOVE is swung over your head.
"Unknown" was born from the silence of the angels of the void,
who are unknown to all, or who everyone knows well, the cry of the earth.
Innocent flowers like crystals laugh and pride,
And the birds and the fishes are singing and dancing.
The "Unknown" knocks on the closed door of our "Prosperity",
Like a trumpet telling the end.
"How are you?”---
The women who applied perfume oil to their "Infinite" feet are oppressed,
And the heroes struggle to open the door.
We work together and try to continue the comedy.
The curtain call is just around the corner.
Still, we believe that bad music doesn't stop forever.
Don't be afraid of "Unknown" LOVE.
Cleave the cruel blood and flesh of LOVE and share with us.
Now, to you here and to you there.
You stand alone in front of "Infinity".
Your body burns with the ice and freezes with scorching heat.
The sparkling blood of LOVE will moisten your throat, and ruthless flesh will warm you.
Don't be afraid of "Unknown" LOVE.
Talk to the birds, talk to the fishes.
Tell us, the stone.
The flowers, bloom, laugh.
Bring in the wind that crosses the field and deliver a shine that we cannot hear.
- Author: Makoto Maruyama ( Offline)
- Published: June 22nd, 2021 20:08
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
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