In the palm of my hands,
I hold the blossom wonderlands,
Birds that sway along melodies,
and a nation of devoted dear angles.
In the palm of my hands,
I hold ashes of demons,
senses that creates fire from waters,
and words that destruct mountains.
In the palm of my hands,
you can choose between two of your destinies,
Would you dare to choose one?
Will you be wise enough to shake one?
In the palm of my hands,
there meets the doors of paradise,
With the doors of hell,
waters that erupt from volcanoes,
Fires that emerge from heavens, and
Colorful roses that emerge from the depths of ground,
Which one will you choose?
In the palm of my hands you can only read your destiny,
while I keep both for me.