On 2:00 AM, forbidden gates, has just been opened for.
Being scattered cherry blossoms, the dead bodies aren't them, Hyakki Yagyo, the night parade of 100 demons goes.
A party in the dark, noisy from the soundlessness, a colorful procession what is.
Making a rattling, not to break coffins open, three heads in might be.
A party in full swing though, on sunshines coming to tell here comes the morning, giving a clever excuse.