Now, we don't have any time to be fooling around.
Come on, choose one. You mustn't be afraid.
Let's put flames under provocative words and words of retaliation.
What remains when the flames go away is a single light.
I always draw out my fate that is like an accordion fold with red on white paper.
If I burn this love that is unreliable,
It will surely, surely be beautiful.
I hide these flames that are gentler than anyone in the color of the night.
I'll give this love to you that is even more pure red than the sea of fire that never calms down.
In the future I foretold by throwing a prayer on the fire, there is a bewitching shadow.
It sways in secrecy, and seems as if it will begin to dance.
It's always the same. I always receive the uneasiness before anyone else,
And my small chest feels as if it will rip apart... No...
My life is almost like a series of hairpin turns. I have black hair, and shining red rouge on my lips.
It's truly times when I'm downhearted that I'm
Surely, surely, even more... Beautiful.
I hide these flames that are gentler than anyone in the color of the night.
I'll give this love to you that is even more pure red
Than the sea of fire that never calms down.
More, more... These gentle flames
Surely, forever... Can become even stronger.
More, more...
Surely, surely...