There are not a wall and a stick of support in mere space, and but, as for the hope that do not reach it that I build a nest, and looked at a foot of I you which fell from Fuchi of despair canceled in an unstable canoe, the point where pains and exclamation sound to hear from Moro Moro and the depths of darkness to collapse of hotness arrive at waits for my turn at this place where does not understand top and bottom right and left
A pain does not come out to even tears to the skin that I who was stained with fresh blood such as a figure of hell on earth volume come loose and fall without feeling it For my best smile I let a face draw with even a gate-keeper of an ogre
I waited for your return in the flaming red hell where you cannot watch a red thread with a supporting thread once again