The dark monsters embrace together;
To veil the princess of blue.
The essence of brown grime;
Leads the twinkling and chanting;
To cherish the arrival of paradise's drops.
When it reaches the place of miseries,
It runs everywhere to find its burrow.
It cuddles all the way with stones and thorns,
Thou it won't tear its soul apart,
And it giggles like an altruistic spirit.
It merges with the clay in the path,
But it never wears a stain in its purity
From cradle to grave, It wanders,
Thou it never grows old in this birth.
To pacify the mind of numerous souls,
The Archangel of Heaven
Will never stop its odyssey.
