Charges poured upon the incense, the holy man, and even the child who did not escape from an accusation suitable for him. Things had been mixed up and the people became distracted from reality. They became more distracted with the lapse of time. No one of the contemporary people knows how the disaster came to an end and how the nightmare disappeared. It is true that people returned to their homes, and homes returned to the people.
Some people whisper that it is emigration.
Some others applaud the heroes' fighting and a group sings praises to the fragrance of incense. Explore the horizon of your stars, Spill my soul on your shores, in fragments. As if I raised, a strong wall and a barrier, On which foes stray and perish.