Dark darkness will arrive by itself
Your body and spirit will be released for a moment to become a dream
A wail of dark winds penetrates every living space
Slowly but fiercely, touching what is there
Forget the fake memory
Only missing will not last
The spirit of wrath is always mediated likes
Bad temper will be formed
Dark changed
Grimly defeated
Unmistakable gloom
Starting flag
Imaji so for sure
Theory will be the real condition
Thought and engraved in the temple of the eye
Missing a glance but will return to you
