Through the haze of this lightless life,
Upon my Reikon eyes,
I seek, If not my utmost revenge,
Perhaps my beloved instead?
Did I not fade in quick peace?
From a life that I could not remember,
In my black Katabira,
Where the cold are seams into me,
I shall roam this vast empty space,
As my Hitodama would say,
As a Yūrei,
In this purgatory,
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