そびえる天を睨む。

喝采は失われ、
繁栄は虚偽に落ち、
多くの願いは砕け散った。

―――その煉獄に、光は差すか。

She looks up at the soaring ceiling.

The applause fades, and the glory is gone, and many wishes have shattered into dust.

...Is there light in that purgatory?