But I felt certainly that blown wind in the desolated gray ground.
The moonflower’s smell almost be choked me. in all honesty
I don’t know that was reality.
The gentle breeze in a freezing world
Is more merciful than anything else.
The moon sand is blown up, and then I am...

The hidden moon on the opposite shore
Is a forbidden land that I looking for.
That pale whiteness of the skin will make my eyes to open.

A fatal point of this dead calm world
Is already gone to anywhere else.
The moon droplets dropped on the sea...

I continue to pray that the wind to reach to here from there.
I hope that this plague wind cleanse this world sooner or later.