In the empty theater of such a night, waking to meet no external radiance, this is the final struggle left to win, this the sole beacon to beckon the darkness in and let the rest begin, this the lens through which at last to see both Self and Other arrayed with the bright stain of original sin: lit from within.
そんな夜の空っぽの舞台には 外部の輝きはまったくない これが最後の戦い 暗闇に中で私を招く唯一の灯台 残りの事を始めよう レンズ越しに自分と他者を見るのは 原罪が残した鮮やかな名残 内なる灯り