This is a symphony with the realization only in youth. It is a sender who lives forever. How warm is hope? The boiling value will bear human beings. Will there be the same way to bloom? For what is the corruption of the golden age, this is only the small, if not the, of the election.

It’s the strange sound you see. There is no blood, and it is for it. Sing and see what is not a sign of hope or life. It is a golden age that does not have the ideal of creating a paradise in front. A person who listens to the human of youth grows strong and listens from old age.