Translation Chain 1.27

It was one moment between the light and the blackness--
the moon paused before crossing--
I paused in watching the empty night sky.

Our eyes met with alarm
(so one could only stop the war by closing our eyes.)

Finally, she was kind.
She left to ensure survival,
for the pursual of a reunion.

That which rules over blackness is alone.
Easy to look at,
a choice left for those who can see:

"For the thousand diamonds,
the visionary only looks for the victory
with the thousands of prophecies,
all clear like diamonds."

And the brilliance brings the dawn.

Were the bare lustful?
(she claims there was a reason)
Unable to explain the loss of the life,
laid down in misty reflections,
they search,
one for the other,
in absurd forms.

The dawn reveals the masks of grief.
Penetrating the rays,
they possess the light of the sun.

He does not wish to see them anymore,
the artist fights to trap the blackness.