Illusory
Radiance in the pitch-dark
Forgotten forest.
Mystical mossy trail
Across elder creaky trees...
Faint moonlight
Illuminates the heart
Of the damned lands...
The undying flower
Calls the wanderers time and again...
Oh the hill where
Lightnings is born, where nature keeps
The treasure of Ryoshiba,
The flower blooms.
And only one will pluck it
Who will inherit the whole world!..
