Let love be my killer
The heart is not afraid
If it is waiting for love.
All the same,
It cannot escape
What must happen.
That which will happen anyway
It is destined.
I am waiting for this gentle blow
And I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid:
I am being given a generous gift-
On my neck there’s a hint of bloody beads.
The remnants of the cold blade
As the dawn glows pink
Like a red coral bracelet
My goodbye present!
I’ve been waiting for so many years,
That I’m not hurt.
Let love be my killer
The heart is not afraid if it is waiting for love…
All the same
It cannot escape
What must happen,
That which will happen anyway.
It is destined.