They will find her under the trees
They will find her under the blossoming flower
Under the blossoming white mullein
Her face is beautiful
Everything the shadows of the trunks know
is now resounding from the leaves
The secrets that sleep in dewdrops
and the heavens now soar through her eyes
In the distance, a bell was tolling
He came at midnight
He killed his beloved,
but he didn't mean it
When love keeps getting thinner
it shakes the grounds of destiny
And things no longer are
how they used to be
Now he is running, breathless,
being chased by his cold sweat,
being chased by his cold sweat
The clattering sound of footsteps, that lifts the dust in the distance, won't let him sleep
He already knows they are going to chase him down
He recalls the memories of his dear
He hauls the guilt behind himself
and the heavens soar through his eyes
In the distance, a bell was tolling
He came at midnight
He killed his beloved,
but he didn't mean it
When love keeps getting thinner
it shakes the grounds of destiny
And things no longer are
how they used to be
In the distance, a bell was tolling
He came at midnight
He killed his beloved,
but he didn't mean it
When love keeps getting thinner
it shakes the grounds of destiny
And things no longer are
how they used to be