On and ever... I had been watching the sky
For this distorted terra(earth) is too narrow...
Realities that meet this eyes
Solely keeps me binding so...
In that look of eyes... praying,
There isn't one impurity... though
From that mad... hand(finger) tips
What judgment will (you) give?
This voice
Even if it will rip apart
There are things I want to protect
To this voice arising (to the world)
I shall consign wings...