I had dreamt of a world that no one else could have seen In the spreading darkness I exchanged vows of revolution Dreams turn into ideals And I threw away everything that I didn't need Like the feelings that dwell in my heart
Still in the rift between reality and ideals Even if my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice My overflowing impulse cannot be repressed because I have a heart that yearns powerfully
Lies Fear Vanity Grief I won't be weak enough To be apprehended by these forms of negativity I am a trickster who knows no loneliness