Under the crystal clear, blue sky
The garden's zelkova trees softly
Arrested me and
Murmured next to my ear:
There are no more miracles
If you now
Tender your future
Tender your future
You'll have a waterspout of pleasure
And a flood of wealth
If you now
Tender the future
Tender the future
I'll steal away your suffering
With a huge tsunami of authority
I've long since given up
On searching for the answer
The spirits softly
Whispered next to my ear:
There is no more future
If you now
Vomit your memories
Vomit your memories
You'll have a waterspout of pleasure
And a flood of wealth
If you now
Vomit the memories
Vomit the memories
I'll steal away your suffering
With a huge tsunami of authority
Tender your future
Tender your future
You'll have a waterspout of pleasure
And a flood of wealth
If you now
Tender the future
Tender the future
I'll steal away your suffering
With a huge tsunami of authority
Vomit your memories
Vomit your memories
You'll have a waterspout of pleasure
And a flood of wealth
If you now
Vomit the memories
Vomit the memories
I'll steal away your suffering
With a huge tsunami of authority