A Bizarre Festival

If I chase silhouettes who are deluded by dreams
there will be a paradise reflected in my eyes

All you trees that carried golden fruits,
relax your boughs and welcome the figures

As mad as the dead
If we extend our hands against each other
figures of people will gather round
just like ghouls roaming hell
People who devour greedily
are dumbfounded and prostrate on the ground
As I look, as I watch, they are changing

The unsightly impurities are like insects
who answer warnings by raising their wings

I let out a sigh I was holding
as I look at the things I found

There is no mistaking
the dully shining pomegranates of ecstasy
I blink many times and rub my eyes
to hide my confusion
The fruits are like rubies
I start to peel one, lured by its lewd charms
Red dew leaks from my stuffed mouth

Forming a ring, we kindle the blaze
and spit up silk to be concealed in cocoons
Clad in glowing powder, we seize the wind
Let this world's darkness spread