Our lines of sight intersect within this closed world.
Although you play dumb, I can almost feel your infatuation.
Hiding my burning heart, I approach you.
Simply feeling my breath will be enough to paralyze you.
I now set up a trap to capture your captivated heart.
I won't leave a footprint in even the smallest crevice.
Thinking that my words are pure, you've let your guard down.
Even if it were a potent poison, I had a feeling that you'd still drink it all down.
There's no place to escape from this rusty chain;
the more you fight against the tickling of the clock's second hand, the harder it gets.
If I slip you into the deep bushes,
you'll probably be violated by the scent of our mixing sweats.
I now set up a trap to capture your captivated heart.
I now peak into the small crevice,
and capture you.
I slipped you into the deep bushes,
and you are now being violated by the scent of our mixing sweats.