The one who shall grant glimmer with aligning stars.
May the horoscope reveal the true nature of all.
The constellation shows it's camaraderie for the night.
May all of the blessing prevail, letting joy roam the sky as it soars endlessly.
First night, the sky is blanketed with sprinkles.
The second, it enters into the state of aurora.
Thus, the third will perish all the gloom.
May the fourth bloom with all dooms.
Fifth avenue, the stars will explode.
Sixth, none shall be let alive.
And on the seventh day, may the gates of sweet confectionery fill all the gaps.
The land of saccahrine smile will never come into cessation.
Sins and deeds are purified with white divinity.
Regrets from crawling are to be grown with wings.
Flying high more than the birds from the mountain.