In the wine-red sea water
Mom is crying.
My brave boy
You will get the greatest honor.
But a mother
If you lose a child because of great honor
I'd rather you were just a mortal.
At the rosy dawn
The son's eyes are full of sunshine.
I have great respect for my mother.
The prophecy says that I was born short-lived.
But a hero
I wish the glory of the battlefield
The lightning that defeated Zeus that day
Moira
A joke
On that morning.
Hero's imperfection
On the heel that people don't pay attention to
Paris was hit by an arrow.
crucial point
When my son fell,
Mother shed tears in the deep sea.
* Apollo
Apollo, pick up your harp.
Please meet me after the stars are silent.
I hid your spell.
Search flashed in the dark.
Hold high the scattered buds in the depths.
Apollo, pick up your harp.
I knelt down in the wilderness.
Fine sand is
White silk wraps my bare feet.
It will extend infinitely to the sky, to your carriage and palace.
Apollo, pick up your harp.
I can't wait to sing before dawn.
I am full of love.
Across the blood-red sea like a butterfly.
Straight to the center of immortal madness