In the dead of night, in a garden shrouded by mist,
there echoes the sound of footsteps which hurts your ears.
Shall we have some warm tea?
The kind you like the most
smells of mint, doesn't it?
Since it's a rotten love,
it seems as if it's about to melt, "tricke trickle".
As we dance within twilight,
"kiss me."
Let us dance a waltz with the night.
It's time to put an end to hiding your deep red eyes
and humming gloomy songs.
Your blackened skin is precisely what is dear to me.
After the funeral, I've been left in a coffin
lying on a huge pile of digged up soil.
Wear your snow white dress, as it's time to toast.
We'll raise our glasses underneath "the same roof"
covered in spider webs.
Since it's an immature love,
She's beckoning me with the scent of soil.
"Kiss me."
The two of us were hanged.
It's time to put end and to clinging to happiness that has long passed
and remembering the old times while shedding tears.
Your blackened skin is dear to me as well.
I don't regret anything,
so will you sleep burried with me in a coffin?
I see you've put an end to hiding your deep red eyes
Very soon the sun will rise.
Let's hold hands and turn into ash.
We're going to sleep in this graveyard that is only ours.
We will simply burn gradually.
piniakorin