When the light shines,

The petals weave a shadow to the alter...

And as it morphs with the ravens,

Their wings will illuminate a dreadful future.

...

While the sun still rises,

The night will always rise.

When the milk becomes warm,

We feel the comfort in our tongues...

To speak of agony to the demons...

Named "Who".

...

Take a closer look,

As the eyes stare like a mirror,

The world will always be different.

(As the dream still exist...)