[bad word] as wings that outshine your sadness, cutting through the white darkness

Illuminated by the cold sun
I had some tame freedom
On the miraculous night reflected in the mirror
My soul began to remove its mask

On the other side of the [bad word] wall
Despair and hope wear the same face
If your heart is not satisfied
Head towards the ending prologue that flies away...

In this world where the wind blows like a knife
What is it that I should protect?
When I know one pain after another
I draw closer to my [bad word] self

The fake light that is disappearing
The [bad word] light that is being born
In these hands...

Pierce through the white-dyed night
Go on creating a new era
With a heart that's been released
Fly through the endlessly continuing white night