詩人：鴉夜

The moon of silver and the moon of Gold

The voice is asked to the arrange me.

Love of left hand
Gun of rignt hand
Which does want?

愛で翼は蘇る
銃で翼を撃ち抜ける


大地へ突き落とされた
空に翼を置き忘れた


The moon of the nignt pitites.

Love of left hand
Gun of rignt hand
I want both…

I that desire is deep
Sadly in man


I think that it cannot return to that sky any longer…