What happens to a woman who sinks into aestheticism? You can sort of imagine But you can't imagine the sanctuary inside me The country I made The nature I birthed I am the womb of this place It's a place I can always retreat to and relax An infinite paradise Everything I have eaten and seen influences and reshapes it For fresh air and water I don't lie to myself and I get 欲しいものは全部 I want what pretty words can't get To the unaware I'm sure I seem grotesque The gate to heaven is in hell I'm already prepared to fall How beautiful! A place just for me How beautiful and grotesque