Billions of lamentations disappear into the past
And billions of deceptions are hidden
Our passion can be saved by lies
Endowed with flightless, magnificent wings
Who knows me?
Who knows you?
Voiceless voices fill the sky
You have no way of knowing you’re all alone
Despite being exposed to the cruelty of this world, you’re somehow laughing
Ah, without having seen anything, I seek things at the end of my dreaming
I’ll just go without a multitude of decorations on my flightless wings
It was the dream we drew
It was a beautiful dream