743/04/04 · 作者:Spectator
This is a
Story unknown to anyone;
Family, Love, Friendship
Knit into a doomed destiny;
In the reflection of the harbour
Of that distant Endless Sea
The key of Cronos
Will eventually unlock the gate to the labyrinth;
The treasure of the name homeland
Awaits arrival of the adventurers;
O reader!
Unlock the sealed memories
That is our
Last desire
743/04/04 · 作者:Spectator
Mumbling survivors
Rebuilt old harbour
The land of luck that doesn't exist
It is the paradise of the gold diggers
Walk into it:
The salty rotten skipjack
The water-flooded green algae
The rotten and molded hot fragrance
Move away from it:
Above the surging waves
Venus raises the broken arm
Nibble away the root of the world
743/04/04 · 作者:Spectator
The passion of watching
The desire of reappearing
The wisdom of all-knowing
The clue of returning
The promise of forgetting
These five things
When converging
Gate of Promissory
Opens for you
"
743/04/04 · 作者:Spectator
The primeval forest miraculously existing on the bottom of the sea, outside the protection circle of Lotos. People today yet understand why it survives, but could only roughly deduce that, perhaps during the Great Flood, the call for survival of those who could not enter the city made the forest to possess a barrier to help men breathe, and allowed it to be preserved as a whim.
Welcome, to the Miracle Forest
Come to the truth, return to the ruins
In the nameless depths, where the dark currents
Murmurs of the past, whisper in the ears
Lotos soul grass, the endless corridor
The reincarnation of the whim, a dream at last
743/04/04 · 作者:Spectator
My Father
Taught me
The spell of miracle:
Think what you see, see what you think
And so the miracle was born
Hand raised,
Sea lifted by the waves
Feet stepped,
Mountains rose and fell
The world I see
Becomes what I think
Bu this is not enough
I will build a labyrinth
To hide countless treasures
Half-human half-serpent demoness
Bull-head axe-wielding freak
All are under my control
The demoness lurks
In the dream of the hero
Corrupt his spirit
The bull-head wanders
At the juncture of the labyrinth
Destroy his body
Not enough
Still not enough!
The treasure I hide
Will have the entire universe
At its service!
Even I
Will submit to it