Even if the end is coming, I would repeat these things Even if they are not true, I'm now able to believe that there's a sense in what I believed. In this Epoque, I turned away from this changing answer like from a poison. But I'm afraid, that she disappears when I lose sight to her. If this voice I'm playing with, reaches you, I will attract you and pluck your heart strings. Could you raise yourself for me, Unable to sing, A little smile?