…This...After doing something
From before him, from between the altar, from the body of his body, from before him
stolen
From Naird
I see myself dead from the front of me from a tearful body
I can't...No! Why! Why! After doing that, the dryer sheds tears
Wilder appears from the front
He let me throw myself from the front of him from the sea to the front of him from the twilight
He left from us, and before him, the ebb and flow of the tide and the ebb and flow of the tide
We were pushed from before him and came here from other people
We've come from the terrible winds and we've lost our seats
Get out of my way… But we didn't get caught
If you don't, I'll force you
He sacrificed us from this decaying world
That's the transfer
from the cup of one's life
That's what I did
I said, "It's futile!" And then I said
Why didn't you just support me? Don't talk nonsense?
If you deny it like that, you can't do it from us
I moved that glass of life!!
That's how it should have been!
The sacrifice was a self-destruction! From there, for the sake of the gift
That's who we are! I say it afterwards
Do well in front of him. Dryer
You're just a bunch of grass...
It's just a struggling, fluttering, fluttering year
It disappears after that.