Before dawn, devour the sky in the dark.
The big bird spread its wings and circled in the air.
Listen to her say to her son: I envy you having a good mother.
Time is passing, and no memory is forgotten.
Look, don't look, neither.
Not a child, Altman who fights monsters in your heart.
Cosmic peace is waiting for you to guard, and the future can be expected.
The child said to her, I envy you for having a good son.
The big bird couldn't help laughing out a snot bubble.
Above the moon, colorful winds blow.
Blowing through your gentle dreams, I slept soundly at night.
(End)