Who is it that's calling me...?
In this world where I'm buoyed by the funkily dancing fever,
that person allures me with lies as pretty as gemstones.
Our sweet and lewd gazes begin to intertwine.
I CAN'T FIGHT BACK... Completely under the control of my fate,
I can't do anything but to keep feeling the pain in my body.
As the crimson halo of the moon reveals to me that all has been a dream,
I thrust those fragily crumbling lies into the darkness.
Please tell me... If something does exist beyond eternity,
then I won't need anything anymore,
for your would be my only guidepost.
Who is it that's calling you...?
Constrained by a shapeless sin, you wander adrift alone.
As an overwhelming amount of love pours onto you,
you, not even having time to blink, seem confused and about to drown.
I'M RIGHT HERE... Echoing in the corridor,
that whisper begins thawing the frozen time.
The silver flowers quietly and elegantly scatter.
My heart is wrung by a stifled voiceless voice.
Please answer me... If everlasting devotion does exist,
then I shall transcend the night right now to go meet you.
I always lock away my glaring wishes,
damage them, and then bury them in a never-closing crevice.
I have always longed for boundless light,
but my anxiety, craving peace, keeps forestalling me again and again.
As the crimson moon cleaves my misery,
this fragily crumbling dream transforms into my determination.
Please tell me... If something does exist beyond eternity,
then I won't need anything anymore,
for your would be my only guidepost. Ah...