Hearing a voice call out in the dead of night
I am thoroughly bewildered
It mutters incoherently, weeping; my skin turns pale
Its throat-burning scream
Will no longer reach
Though it's no more than a dream that will be fulfilled
The only thing that's beautiful
Is your world
I'll give it color
Words of wisdom no longer have a use
I live with nothing but regrets
"Come now, be mine"
"Hold onto my hand"
"We'll be buried under this earth together"
Someone whispered
Our names will be buried in time
Our bodies are at the mercy of time
Unripe flowers that have been plucked
The fictitious scales of balance
You sacrifice yourself completely for them
As we give each other sweet poison
They are waiting for us to ripen
Everyone passes through the wavering forest
Without looking at the guideposts
Though it's still nothing but a dream
The only thing that's beautiful
Is your world
And the fact that I was there
I'm able to think of it with pride, you see
So remember me!
"Come now, open your eyes"
"Let go of my hand"
"Don't reminisce over this place any longer"
If I'm not mistaken...
When the night where we bloom on this earth comes
Come and fall into my hands once more
Oh flower that bloomed in sorrow!