Just to convey this miss.
What is this? Hide cowardice
For who? Can't hold back tears
Love itself is a sad poem, remember the agreement with you.
The beautiful melody shook me.
Awaken from deep sadness and explore desire from pain.
Finally, my heart is full of wishes that must be realized.
Burn the sky and dye it deep red.
I am so eager.
When the two heartbeat rhythms are consistent,
So the meaning of living began to change slowly.
Of course, if the world eventually comes to an end,
But your voice will be a beacon to guide my future.
The moment I shook hands, I believed that meeting was a miracle.
There is a whisper in the wind, and time stops at this moment.
Even if there is only darkness in front of us, we will bring light into tomorrow.
Because only by your side can I feel that I really exist.
The crimson flame awakened the sleeping sky.
This is evidence of my struggle.
Please also carve your memory at this moment.
Become a pollution-free flower and praise everything.
Even if you can't face the reality in front of you
But your voice still makes me feel warm.
Burn the sky and dye it deep red.
I am so eager.
When the two heartbeat rhythms are consistent,
So the meaning of living began to change slowly.
The crimson flame awakened the sleeping sky.
This is evidence of my struggle.
Please also carve your memory at this moment.
Become a pollution-free flower and praise everything.
Even in the end, the world will only be surrounded by darkness.
Your voice will also lead me to the future, right? I closed my eyes like a prayer, trying to hide my weakness and shed tears for whom. Love is a sad poem. When I think of you, I swear that illusory music shakes me, deeper than depression and more anxious than pain. The overflowing desire is dedicated to my chest, and the crimson sky seems to be burning, seeking the power of trust. When the two beats are combined, the meaning of existence secretly changes. Even if the end of the world is announced, your voice will light up for me. The future meeting is a miracle. The wind held hands and whispered, stopping time. Tomorrow, the light coming in quietly makes me feel that you are really by my side in the crimson flame awakening sky. The way I look here seems to be carving you into a pure flower. Singing, even if you can't see the exact thing, warmth is woven in your language. The crimson sky seems to be burning, seeking the power of trust. When the two beats are combined, the meaning of existence secretly changes. The crimson flame awakens the sky. I like to carve you into a pure flower and sing. Even if the world is surrounded by darkness, your voice connects my future.