They inquire who I am
I behold anger and perplexity...

Dreams are threads of the soul
Linking heaven with earth...

We may not be fully able to perceive
the divine wisdom...

Roses of spirit are withering away,
And sad rain pours down in my heart...

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...

According to the will of fate
I have come...

My beloved,
A gypsy belle...