"They wake up and grope out of the dormant room
The world in reality has become blurred
Identities as lovers, parents, offsprings, partners once, are also quietly erased after the star rain
Energy and food have been exhausted
Fortunately, although deviated from the orbit, the aircraft landed onto the space station on the ground
The staircase is connected to each side around -
Draught, dataport, entrance, exit
The silent Requiem
Is spinning around in the gloom of tangerine and black
They sit, or lean by these ports,
Shadows are reflected and twisted
And quivering in the wind."