Now everyone’s separately one
Under constellation Orion.
Wounded by comets
We wander among cold planets.
Suffer-wind have us, give us the force
There where corpses of meteors.
I shall be your long tragedies.
You for me will be everything.
We’re lovers and enemies;
Lonely satellites.
So it must happen.
Now in our hands’s the weapon.
In stage of flowers
Sad space’s eternal hours
Scars will never frighten us.
Never our feelings will pass
Never will die, never fake on Forever!