~FRAWRLE~ harton, kuhle oz zz zauve walasye

Whalt wis ween x. rre qUlUsI eje?
In this quivering heart, what is there?

[1]Oh, Wee num ra linen rre manaf sarla jLYEdLYArLYN omnis
Oh, song of life, enchanting all beings

[2]Nn yea ra re fountaina harton, Nn yant ga re fountaina harton
Being filled with love, being filled with love

[3]lusye lusye lusye lusye
light, light, light, light

[4]dazua dazua dazua dazua
dark, dark, dark, dark

yeeerh zacta tyy maarr itt sss
Oh God, please give me power

Jaats meet ccitta
Open the gate of my inner self!

[5]hAkUttaye zz hAkUttaye
Wanting to embrace, not wanting to embrace

[6]Ween harphe shen rete omnis... 0x vvi Rrha num ra
In the light of morning, forget everything

x rre fanalea quesa nLYNdn omnis hymmne mLYNflU sphaela
The booming thunder, obscuring all sound, shrouds the world

en rre papana oz Asacra_walphish clalliss koora loss clalliss...
And the rain of mermaid blood colors the streams a dry shade...

:/How l.l.n.eh a.u.k. vl li diasee m.a.m./:
"For such a person to exist, how blessed I must be..."

Deep inside its heart, the seedling lost its old fears.
The tender song of the reyvateil healed its wounds and scars,
however, the seed continued to sing to the end of the world.

:/firle rre yasra hymmnos sol Aeje en whai nNtNnN h.m.m.r.?/:
"A kind song lighting my heart, why do I continue to sing?"
:/a.u.k. x. rre m.n.g. walasye oucc mea en whai nNtNnN n.d.n.?/:
"Understanding people with me, why do I continue to hide?"

The seed, in a warmer embrace than even the ones who birthed it,
didn't know the answer to its questions...

na knawa na knawa... whai?
Not knowing, not knowing... why?

Azzz rre willie rudje Efrawr_diasee neia phira
But, a flower of a light red color approached the seed.
<-x wis pruna ag tyuss en rre phira aulla naave sor
This flower, funny and kind, made the seed open up.
:/Was yea ra melenas yor! Yorr a.u.k. nyanyasu!/:
"I really like you! You're so cute!"
<-x rre frawr s.s.w.
The flower said.

x rre Efrawr_diasee a.u.k. nnoini qejyu whou linen sor
This flower was the first to say that.
So wee nyasri ga linen rre phira hartes anw frawr
So, the seed fell in love.

With swelling feelings on the inside,
the seed swayed back and forth on the swing of life.
Should I be happy?
Should I be pained?

linen rre phira elye zz hartes.
Up until now, the seed never loved.
Whou f.w.rN Uharton_daedu phira?
Who would accept the love of a seed so ugly?
vit rre Efrawr_diasee l.k.k.eh yehah
The flower seemed happy,
den acra a.u.k. naflansee revm.
but surely, it was only a dream.

Don't say such kind things to me, the seed wanted to say.
You, who is only an illusion, say things no one else would say to me.
A person that accepts me, treats me so kindly...
But, isn't it all a lie?!

x rre li lof a.u.k. pruna en weal.
That place is just a fun, happy place.
kiafa rre revatail sonwe dLYEng...
The reyvateil's singing, penetrating the world...
:/yeerh zacta tyy maarr itt sss/:
"Oh God, please give me power..."
rre sorr a.u.k. cest siance ag bautifal ar ciel
It is a true paradise, a wonderful world.
En ween li lof rre phira zz rinc.
And in that place, the seed felt that it didn't belong.
1x AAs ixi

Naave xU rre la infel na hUwss
Because that love could not grow.