(夢境的變奏)

　　…

　　There is a man inside me

　　who wants to betray

　　words flowing on dangerous roads

　　He took the knife

　　and he saw the change

　　of the brown moon

　　crowned by the pace of death

　　…

　　You said we are collected

　　in a box called world

　　and now we are bidding farewell

　　in the bronze wind of dust