Perhaps you have forgotten everything you have done. Perhaps you have forgotten who I am. I am here, instead of another person, to confront your plunder. You try to make me believe that everything is destiny, all is smoke, all hope before the advent of suffering, and all suffering without tears. However, I do not believe that everything is destiny, all smoke, all hope before the advent of suffering, and all suffering without tears. You find an excuse for your greed, you let me give up on your challenge, however, you are wrong. Even if you are my ten thousandth challenger, then I will count to ten thousand and one.
You let me kneel on the ground, good to display your tallness. You let me lower my head, good to stop the free wind. Don't you find it? The crest on the gull group is no longer audible, even the dull surface of the mirror this time, and never back to you, leaving only the stars and clouds. One day, just light, it will break free from the darkness of the sky out of your use of broad shoulders, blocking the world, is no longer dark. Perhaps, you will laugh at my dark eyes, then you will know, it is not in cahoots with you I want proof, but I find the light, all paid the price.