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?