Despair lies between the abyss and the earth.

 　　It never appeared again.

　　I lost the sky I once had,

　　the sky that belonged to me.

　　Its appearance was clear;

　　its color was blood red.

　　It was innocent yet fierce.

　　It would drag me into the abyss

　　because I no longer had

　　the courage to reach out to the sky

　　, nor the will to spread my wings to it.

　　When it became a second earth

　　, it lost its original azure color.

　　When the sky became earth

　　, it became a second, hateful world

　　, meaning that even the last hope

　　was gone.

　　When the sky became... For the sake of a second land,

　　you began to hate this world.

　　Without a single wing,

　　you abandoned it,

　　hating everything about it.

　　Yet, you didn't want to drag it into hell,

　　so you struggled aimlessly.

　　Even you didn't know how long this stalemate would last ; you

　　might fall at any moment.

　　But all you could do

　　was weakly struggle . You

　　disliked that world,

　　and you didn't want to fall into hell. You

　　were stuck in the darkness in between,

　　despising the world

　　, hating yourself

　　, and struggling to avoid falling into hell.