Hug the lips that reach far beyond what you think
Even if you are mistaken, it's enough that you won't be defeated by your ominous loneliness
What a pity; a flower that doesn't blossom in the spring
What a pity; a summer day that doesn't get hot
What a pity; a woman that somehow doesn't fall in love (she's my sweetheart)
What a pity; a sail that doesn't fill up with the wind
Open your arms to me, I've come
Don't turn your body back
By doubting, on this skin
Sweat, don't put the fire out
Sweat, sweat, don't put it out