ゆえに、密度の幻想は綻び、蹌踉めく世界は明日を『忘却』す。

The pleasure of life is the "inoculation" of death and the raw power with which we walk to the end

Magic smoulders in the depths of optimism as the remnant of "sin" conceived by the collective unconscious of a million people

Realize that morality is a device of power, and "shackles" the ultimate freedom of the people

With the fluctuation of a "string", is spun a pattern of diversity, so the transient ensemble plays

The seeker, the inhabitant of the chromatic scale world, wandering in the relative events of the "middle tier"

A honeymoon of "particles" in the obscure is the mortal coil of my sparkling, momentary existence

Having fun at the boundary of the continuous and the discontinuous, the thread of life "sacrifice" a plaything

"Convulsive" beauty in sound is the horror of the body beyond the idea to visit the wild

The dream world does not fear the "censorship" of gravity as the ethereal body breaks through from the closed inside

I am a dip in the river. The current flows through but ripples remain. The "dynamic" order

Only the obstinate roar to reject money violates the taboo. "Shout" in meditation