We were wrapped in divine dreams,
Plucking the rose of creation...

I tread on your belief,
Grasp madness with my hand...

Thank you Hiroshima...!
You let all the masks fall...

Loneliness that abides
In this endless emptiness...

My angel touches me
I tremble...

I , Endymion, the lord of mystery
Who holds the key of unknown...

O halo of the spirit!
In your grief, I am the pain...