Despair lies between the abyss and the earth.

 　　It never appeared again.

　　I lost my former sky,

　　my own sky.

　　Its appearance was clear,

　　its color was blood red.

　　It was innocent yet fierce.

　　It would drag me into the abyss

　　because I no longer had

　　the courage to reach out to the sky

　　, nor could I spread my wings to it.

　　When it became a second earth

　　, it lost its original azure color.

　　When the sky became earth,

　　it became a second hateful world

　　, meaning that the last hope

　　was gone.

　　When the sky became a second earth,

　　you began to hate this world. You

　　no longer had a single wing

　　to spread. You gave up on this world,

　　despised everything here,

　　yet didn't want to be dragged into hell. You

　　could only struggle aimlessly,

　　not even knowing how long you would hold on. You

　　might fall at any moment,

　　but all you could do

　　was weakly struggle . You

　　didn't like that world , and you

　　didn't want to fall into hell.

　　You could only be stuck in the darkness in between

　　, despising the world

　　, hating yourself

　　, and struggling not to fall into hell.

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