Heavy burden made to be on our shoulder A wound spreads and hatred will be rewritten Evil like a saint The fabricated hero This is his very own figure Blood that continue running for the ignorance What should be protected is substituted secretly The schemed hope leads us in a maze with no exit Perilous light shine on the blockaded darkness Helps of falsehood show off the disgraced arm Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well The edge pinted to us Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well The mirror which is not reflected Construction of a gray windmill continues in a town without a wind The reality fades away, And only the justice wrap us around which wounds us both Glorified past and future for despair Silence shows recognition I refuse Is there any fights without any consolation? A self-portrait without a face It's not me