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...