Sanoja: April Ethereal. Advent. Hologram.

He was aproaching the edge of a precipice
Led there without knowing it
Unconsciously he was recognising his end
She became his beginning
She gave him life and its meaning
Sha also gave him his death
In his eyes she was the World
But she was only a hologram

He was the sight falling on her soul
The eye looking this way
Her way which he thought
Was true but he wasn't right
Nothing was true in her
He looked at her only through his eyes
In his eyes she was the World
But she was only a hologram

He stood the facing his death
Whom he entrusted his soul
He didn't hear the forest thunders over his head
He didn't feel the cold wind on his face
Then he started to die slowly
Unconsiously
He was to stand at the threshold of the blue gates
Being forced to do so by the hologram