血腥愛情故事 [Xuè xīng ài qíng gù shì] [English translation]

You’ve tasted all that sweetness, of the fruit of loneliness

A piece of me that is, cut off ruthlessly

A chunk of flesh as a present, giving out without a second thought

You got blades, then I’ll slaughter it sanguine

If you start composing, I’ll follow up

Let me write you a horror story

Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion

Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation

I’ve already seen the end of it

If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up

Make it memorable like a love story

Blood is running, hand is sore

heart is empty and it hurts more

Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted

Don’t give it back to me

Don’t give it back to me

You’ve tasted all that sweetness, of the fruit of loneliness

A piece of me that is, cut off ruthlessly

A chunk of flesh as a present, giving out without a second thought

You got blades, then I’ll slaughter it sanguine

If you start composing, I’ll follow up

Let me write you a horror story

Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion

Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation

I’ve already seen the end of it

If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up

Make it memorable like a love story

Blood is running, hand is sore

heart is empty and it hurts more

Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted

Don’t give it back to me

Don’t give it back to me

It’s too late to figure it out

The connection is already lost

Watching the soul disappears

Two bodies out of wits

One more word is unnecessary

One more touch of bombast is making it cheesy

This story is just right to be addictive

Love is also addictive

If you start composing, I’ll follow up

Let me write you a horror story

Who’s suspicious, who needs compassion

Who’s innocent, who lives in degradation

I’ve already seen the end of it

If you drop it here, I’ll pick it up

Make it memorable like a love story

Blood is running, hand is sore

heart is empty and it hurts more

Love becomes vivid when it’s deeply afflicted

Don’t give it back to me

Don’t give it back to me