NOT MY TRANSLATION.
Instant Vortex
Even if this hand will be stained,
One certain light remains white.
To darkness that becomes deep that cut and tear,
Sword which I raise with pride.
The instant vortex flow in which I drift, and disappear,
The reflecting world.
Between tomorrow and the past,
An empty illusion.
If you lose by touch,
Only the feeling that I am holding,
Because I believe in it.
An end to decline as the flames of hell,
Ties remain, quiet light, a clear chest.
The true cry, that was made plain,
Under a mask hiding.
The instant vortex flow in which I drift, and disappear,
The moment when I see it.
I am stacked in a lie and a dream,
A vain fantasy.
It hurts every time I describe it,
A strength request is necessary that can’t be shaken.
Because I protect it.
The wing which runs through light and darkness,
To the end.
The reins which I am entrusted.
The instant vortex flow in which I drift, and disappear,
The reflecting world.
Between tomorrow and the past,
An empty illusion.
If you lose by touch,
Only the feeling that I am holding,
Because I believe in it.
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