Is it permanent ekusutoravaganza?Is it an argent dream?Is it an eternal theater?Is the beautiful woman who does not see her pupil eternal ..feeling..?The art is on the sea of ink that music is heavy now. And, the lying requiem. Human race's century ended in 2003. The sea of the ink and blessing to all people who leave the shine like the meteorAre the outskirts and isn't there hell taking without caring either?....tobacco smoke tadayo.. floatage of foreigners' Chabaretto.. in the stagnating morning when it spent ichi night. It is ..dead.. alive. I want you to bring beauty. It is ..dead.. alive. I want you to bring the sorrow. 

As it is of the kirameke word. If you are necessary. I want you to lend the hand. 

Warming a benumbed appearance sheds tears. 

The flame of the satin in the interior of the skin looks through the skin. 

When freezing. The death can be danced. 

It helps you. 

To throw everything away. 

I tonight am not your figure flower. 

I face the cool-headedness outskirts of which the repeated chest caught a glimpse so that  may come. Flowing to can the rot sheds tears. And, it is cold optical that reflects among the waves shine. 

The word of 1857 dances in Japan. The lover dances on the dance floor of the shining moonlight the heat haze. 

It drove in and came to me the look of you. 

It is  ..saying.. scar in the skin and glint and the scruff of the neck of the glance. 

And, it looked and extraordinary feelings were held in you had been met. It does not make it to the word. 

Foreign country of heat haze. 

Foreigner's night. 

..saying.. shadow of your . No be so or, therefore, while taking the smell of the revenant and the ghost along even if you take a hot shower. 

Because this act had not wanted to be obstructed even by the angel and the satan, the moon was erased. 

And, a black butterfly flutters on the petal of the spade that the heat haze of the ghost made up. 

Flower and the butterfly spend the night of which it falls into disorder, disappear in dew, and go. 

As a moment of rain of the meteor that pours down at night. 

Meteor night. 

Beautiful night. 

It pours down over the heat haze and the disappearing lovers. 

No, it is good though sees. 

Lovers are ..life.. alive in mourn. 

Still. 

The night of the meteor pours down over two people.