The portrait of lies rivals unparalleled beauty,
conversing arrogantly, Oh! Such a pity.
The fire dancing dazzlingly at the fireplace
And unresolved feelings flow down my face.

I happen to cross a solitary evening,
with neighboring wild slowly dying.
Distant howling signifying the dawn of night
And the glory of stars engulfed my sight.

Once again, I gazed at the portrait.
Even though I trust my fate
A knock at my door seems too late
And hope is what I await.

Life has been such a miracle
And my journey seems to reach its pinnacle
I wish I would not suffer,
As I walk in hands with my slumber.

Which era is this?
Where love eminences to suffer,
Where unexpected arrival reeks fear.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where nature rampage over and over,
Where Red Dahlias disguise as beautiful aster,
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where burning tears of sky leisurely cry terror,
Where the last phrase of life exclaims horror.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Behind our backs the door slowly closes
And In front a new one appears to venture
New era awaits our torture
And miles and miles are yet to cover.