Every night, the banquet in crimson
As if enclosed in a water bubble.
Soon as she turned 14, still as a lost child.
Words not remembered, and even the fake necklace
I’m conveying someone’s sadness whose painting hung on the wall...
Fear for what was taken,
Forget about the things given,
I will tell of the beautiful days of the end.
Drenched by the rain in October,
The time when you finally closed your eyes.
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie.
In the ring-shaped forest,
While being blown by the wind,
Spin the twelve songs and saw a dream.
To embrace as if clinging onto something
Even as for the calmness and confusion
I’m conveying the brilliance of the time depicted by the picture on the wall
To be tied to a beautiful point,
to be torn up of the ground,
Lovely days where lights will be gone.
Sitting on the decorated chair,
Shaking off that arm.
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie.
Abandoned to connect, overcoming boundaries.
The white dress being cast off is still crying now?
Fear for what was taken,
Forget about the things given,
I will tell of the beautiful days of the end.
Drenched by the rain in October.
The time when you finally closed your eyes.
What have you actually achieved?
Please tell me, Marie