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With my field of view restricted,
I cannot escape the merciless control of the twelve.
While wishing for a tomorrow of repose,
I headed for the horizon of the sacred phenomenon in my hand.
Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline.
This world of life blindly lets the time pass by.
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you.
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything--
will now be rewritten.
Locked in a windowless prison cell,
I still cannot deceive the surveillance of the twelve.
I can sense the warmth of life.
We seek each other, heading towards a distorted truth.
On the engraved contract is a small yet cruel crack,
all while a gravely sinned faith continues guiding even life itself.
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I can feel your presence.
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, but still--
the settling convergence cannot be stopped.
The more I try to resist the scenery abruptly shown to me
the more the sky sneers at me for my powerlessness.
Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline.
This world of life blindly lets the time pass by.
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you.
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything--
will now be rewritten.
The denial of possibility is the warning.
The control of the twelve is exercised in silence.