In the other world, where the landscapes run amok?

In the other paradise, where the people color themselves?

Should I send a request for favor, that you may come with me?

Or send one, to see what lies beyond you?

What could I do to show you,

That you're already here?

Seeping from it’s frost-covered dome

I heard a sand’s sound strip away the time

Because every bright eye formed into dust

I saw the parts of the whole being smeared

Because every past colored statue remained sacred

I feel each silk glossed reflection getting torn

Because the new ones came replaced

I sense another juncture being dream kept

Because this one is already being shaken

I want to plunge through this ooze,

Because its from you

In this illuminated world