Trifles.

Forget those things.
Forget those things.
Forget those things...

I was in fear.
Thus I seemed small and worried. A wolf roaming with loneliness.
But you?
At least I dare to let almost all my thoughts out. Even they are trifles.

Jezebel...
I always return to you whenever I'm weak. Seeking comfort under your comforting wings.
But long nights are almost gone, which you and I both know quite well.
The night, the protection, the wall.
And next there will come the dawn. The clean dawn, spendid, bright and light. All things seem divine.
Full innocence, such a desperate salvation.