I was the stranger

On the rosy vender

That’s selling lavas at the corner

Of the greatest building of the familiar

Urban or the blue, blue world

Standing in a broken elevator

I was singing the song of the wondering

thought:  WATZ NEXT?

Fallen angel, drunken liar, or a foolish elder?

II

Wearing a long silver silk skirt, a little girl sat at the table

She pointed at the darkness and said, 『It’s never guilty to dream. 『

She yelled, she cried, she shouted, she crused

A prison of hopes and fantasies and pures and loves

A prison that cannot be seen, a prison in blue but decorated in wonderful red

『Gonna crazy! Gonna be polluted! 『

『No pures can be left! 』 the soldier shouted and let the blood of wishes spread  all over

She was there, still, pointing at the fantastic dark and red and said, 『Who’s there? 『

III

At the center of the crossing lather

White and black and light and dark was mixed

Like a wave, like an endless song

Drifting in the heavens of the land down

She left a hope, a hope of flying down here

With moods. Different faces with differences but hard to identify

I threw a hope she left a thousand years before for you

It was a long, long journey.

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　　「大家好，我是解說員泫語，你們可以叫我泫就好了。現在，請大家跟我來。」細長的身影穿著白色套裝，曦雪般的手指取下了頭上白色的帽子，１字形般的身軀彎曲至一定程度，欠身。

　　白羊皮的鞋踏在反著白光的地上，畫出長長灰灰的影子，敲下空闊中唯一的聲響，修長的食指指向一個方向，帶領著一列的好奇。

　　紅的、綠的、藍的、橙的，長長的好奇是不同色彩，拉著長長的間隙，打亂了雪景般的順序。

　　「唉喲！你擋住了啦！人家要看泫啦！」紅說。

　　「呿，看本大爺就好啦！俺可帥咧！」綠回著不屑，手指上戴著亂七八糟的銀戒，揮，刺眼的金屬光澤分離了柔和。