The thing called love disappears when it becomes solid.
the answer you whispered from behind me.
your back not overly jealous.
I fawn over you, pretending not to see it.
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
When I awoke, by my side was your face I've grown tired of
seeing.
It's too much for you, all worn out.
The cold night froze even the cold moon
The moon sank and lit up the cold sea.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, p***k me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
the wounds are too deep, i lose sight of what's before me,
just watching that figure
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
p***k me with the thorn of a love, not loved and unable to love.
writhing in agony, aren't you ashamed to be so indecent?
you'll never be the same again but, pour the sweet saliva.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, p***k me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
the answer you whispered from behind me.
your back not overly jealous.
I fawn over you, pretending not to see it.
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
When I awoke, by my side was your face I've grown tired of
seeing.
It's too much for you, all worn out.
The cold night froze even the cold moon
The moon sank and lit up the cold sea.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, p***k me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
the wounds are too deep, i lose sight of what's before me,
just watching that figure
We won't need words if we can seek the night together.
We won't need love, to go to a darkness with no place to step.
p***k me with the thorn of a love, not loved and unable to love.
writhing in agony, aren't you ashamed to be so indecent?
you'll never be the same again but, pour the sweet saliva.
Be a flower, be a butterfly, p***k me with the poison thorn
The sinful time can't destroy the hourglass,
the dream of primary colors spread out, the balance lost
the sinful feelings can't destroy the hourglass.
