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I see a sky; O, therefore, I smile.

Never intended to give up on goals I used to bury in the deepest realm of my heart,

Yet misfortunes rain through the vapors of refreshing leaf of my hope,

And, I therefore be plunged into the following path of agony,

Where I cannot grasp the very last wish of withering flower.

 

Falling into the pulling darkness of starry ocean,

I hold my breath so as to suffocate my whispers of hope,

Yet only the reminiscence of the dim memories and faint images,

Each without color, but teeming with fragile smile,

Plummet into the pandemonium of my melancholia,

Sullenly, Silently, Soundly, and Secretly.

 

This picturesque perspective that seizes every sense of mine,

With grandeur and admiration unbeknownst to the frown of fate,

Once again renders me to marvel at the scope of its generosity.

 

The selfish, yet valiant torso of an unrenowned, yet remarkable knight

Hereby descends onto the last masquerade of indulgence,

Each pose of his well-covered in the sanguinary shroud of the Queen

 Inducing an unreasonable, inexplicable fear amongst the spectators,

Each veiled smile of his beyond the unconquerable, unperceivable mask

Rendering the composure amongst the spectators simultaneously.

 

Here, in this moving castle of the Last Prince of the Northern Star,

The spirits renowned for its compassion and preference to gloom

Revel in the utmost gesture of the torso of the knight,

For the unknown must suffer,

For the known must rejoice,

And for the spirits must know over which they should side with.

 

Glimpsing over the falling comet appearing abundant of cold hearts,

Hereby, I shall lift my sinful hands towards the grievable night sky,

With the reminiscence of the past,

With the reminiscence of the present,

With the reminiscence of the future,

All in vain in sweet vanity.