I awake at the solemn song of midnight's hourglass,
When the veil between perceptibility and contradictions are breached,
A scent of a dream is lost,
To the Heavens of Fate.
The blood-red beating heart falls,
Shattering into the countless pieces,
A blind man cannot cast together,
Never existing as a whole again.
A biting, chillness numbs my unsubstantial body,