[Japanese] 一絃 闇を裂き 黒絹の夜 息を止める 名を捨てた声だけが 白磁の月に触れる 沈黙は秤 善悪は粉となり 赦しは飾り 純度だけが残る 琵琶の撥が落ちるたび ひとつの世界が終わる 手放せば 軽くなる 願いほど 鎖になる 光よりも正確な 影が 冠を縫う 跪け 夜は完全のために在る 頭を垂れよ 名は塵 意志は刃 美は冷たく 慈悲は遅い 選ばれぬものよ 眠れ 灯は揺れない 風が揺れるだけ 正しさは数ではなく 形を持つ 赤い夢は甘くとも 永遠は甘さを許さない 触れれば 砕ける 祈れば 遠のく 完全とは 欠けのない無音 心拍すら 指揮される 跪け 夜は完全のために在る 頭を垂れよ 名は塵 意志は刃 誓いは浅く 律は深い 選ばれぬものよ 眠れ 花は散らず 摘まれるだけ 時は流れず 並べ替えられる ひとつの頷きで 季節は順序を変える 跪け 夜は完全のために在る 頭を垂れよ 名は塵 意志は刃 美は冷たく 慈悲は遅い 選ばれぬものよ 眠れ [English] A single string cleaves the dark. Black-silk night holds its breath. Only the nameless voice touches the porcelain moon. Silence is a scale; good and evil grind to dust. Pardon is ornament; only purity remains. Each time the biwa’s plectrum falls, one world comes to an end. Release—and it grows light. Desire becomes a chain. More exact than light, a shadow stitches the crown. Kneel—night exists for perfection. Bow your head; names are dust, will is a blade. Beauty is cold; mercy is slow. Unchosen ones, sleep. The lamp does not sway—only the wind. Rightness is not a number; it has a shape. Though red dreams are sweet, eternity permits no sweetness. Touch it, and it shatters. Pray, and it recedes. Perfection is a flawless silence; even the heartbeat is conducted. Kneel—night exists for perfection. Bow your head; names are dust, will is a blade. Oaths are shallow; law is deep. Unchosen ones, sleep. Flowers do not scatter; they are only plucked. Time does not flow; it is rearranged. With a single nod, the seasons change their order. Kneel—night exists for perfection. Bow your head; names are dust, will is a blade. Beauty is cold; mercy is slow. Unchosen ones, sleep.
