Fragrant Face of Golden Rainbow

I miss the prehistoric days, sweetness is in my body,
and heaven and earth is own shadow.
It is not the sun that illuminates all things,
but I have a great many eyes of my souls that make tomorrow as transparent as yesterday
Above the vault of heaven there are also a great many giant cities of joy,
and those giants seems like another one of my own,
which makes me have no idea of loneliness and sadness,
however every death is a sunrise which makes the oblivion of night bloom the asagumoes,
that fragrant face of golden rainbow which make the heavens fully drunk.