You bind me again with your kisses, like a dog that got rid off his chains, the passive me thrown on the bed. It's always you, stealing even my heart and me, silently accepting the bouquet of despair. You don't say "I love you." Even though I know, it's still cruel. Committing the finest taboo that love forgives, I thought that if you held me, I could keep on going. Feed me mouth-to-mouth the bouquet called Despair. I still want to steal you. The two that without knowing a thing shared the bouquet of despair. You don't say "I love you." Even though I know, it's still cruel. Committing the finest taboo that love forgives, I thought that if you held me, I could keep on going. I too will give you the bouquet called Despair. Though everything is forgiven through kind words... A fragrance called Marigold... love's extremity... to me...

I am always watching from high in the sky without anyone noticing in the middle of darkness. Carving the symbol of time into my chest. Tearing up the sky so that I can pull back those words. In the sleepless forest I received the black wings and white dreams. Even if these fleeting feelings won't reach you, I won't feel alone because you're by my side. Peeking just a bit through the skies, I got hold of freedom and anxiety. In the world, you're the only thing I can see. I want to protect you, even if my hands were bare and empty. I am always watching from high in the sky without anyone noticing in the middle of darkness. In the world, you're the only thing I can see. I want to protect you, even if my hands were bare and empty. If I were to fly away, I would sing the short lived sad dream, but in this world, only you... Throughout this world, only you... Only you... I love.