Dusk - Tree of Souls

Like a fruit from heaven

Bitter and sweet and Sour and Salty

Everything in between

There is a tree in the garden

Which grows only dreams

Dreams which may one day become reality

Reality that may one day form back into dreams

Is there ever a world where the thirty-two paths

Don't lead to infinity?

God is real but he is also fake

As fake as he himself wishes

Because dreams are the realm of god

Sephirot tree is beauty, and the equivalent lies in your garden

Untouched,

May I touch?

Take both of our innocence

Let us grow old,

Wandering the thirty-two paths to infinity

Isn't it strange

That thirty-two leads to infinity?

Sephirot are beauty, and the equivalent is within your garden,

But so too, within your soul,

Bitter and Sweet, and Sour and Salty,

And everything in between

That is to say: the taste of your golden fruit,

Which only grows in your garden.