The lovers who bit into that red fruit leave for a journey that leads to their end. The wounds from having their wings torn away endlessly flows with the blood of sadness.
If it reaches a point where even a proud love can be smeared then quietly close your eyes.
Under the stars the continuation of their dreams turn into a corpse. In that distant beyond they'll meet again and once more remake.
They will never again return to that lonely garden known as harmony.
In a contrary moment of lips touching it would be nice if everything was lost.
For what and for who are we born?
Let's settle into an eternity of peaceful slumber. At that time when we'll surely meet again and bind together in remake.
The lovers who bit into that red fruit leave for a journey that leads to their end. The wounds from having their wings torn away endlessly flows with the blood of sadness.
If it reaches a point where even a proud love can be smeared then quietly close your eyes.
Under the stars the continuation of their dreams turn into a corpse. In that distant beyond they'll meet again and once more remake.
They will never again return to that lonely garden known as harmony.
In a contrary moment of lips touching it would be nice if everything was lost.
For what and for who are we born?
Let's settle into an eternity of peaceful slumber. At that time when we'll surely meet again and bind together in remake.