Before learning of that radiance, before losing that radiance
Here is just a festival on the eve before. An eve before failure.
All that’s left is to wait for the funeral procession.
Now, now, pure white virtuous goddess. Here, here, she crosses over at this late hour, leaving an extremely deep impression. But, anyhow, aren’t you overlooking something a bit? Lined up here is the troupe of mortal world. We definitely cannot become human, even if we mourn, resent, destroy and despair, we won’t become human. Passion drives the bones, only depression washes the entrails.
Anyway, instead we can make a lot of people like those over there. Will you forgive us, then?”