Where the god of time stands,
I joined an organization...

Black as the stormy night,
white as the order of Heaven...

The air is pure,
the flowers blossom...

The house of souls,
that was full of happiness...

Lift me
from eternal sleep...

Church bell remedies
ring in lonely corners...

In darkened corners of helpless room
with faint echos lingering in the air...

I always thought
that the heart pounding...

Seal eyes
drift from reality...

When light glimmers
through stained glass windows...

Reality;
where pain thrives...

Dreaming,
says my mind...