For what I have seen could crumble ordinary man, the emotions I know I now do not know like a fleeting dream during the late hours of the night, a kiss upon the hand of reality which is tearing me in half and pulling root by root at my sanity, to what I owe this bountiful grief of which Satan hath brought on me?
English to German to Japanese to English.
As for me because some in half me it pulled after actuality of the hand which it tears has informed the usual person, between the time night where I am slow as volatilization dream zerbröckeln of the feeling which I now is not and has known thing in order to become fixed by the root in my reason and saw, kiss, me it owes it to be possible, does this broad-minded hardship pull hath of my Satan with that being able?
