‘Cause I’m already known.
The simmering buildings are Tokyo in a mosaic memory.
Are a wavering mirage. A cup full of true nature.
The red rouge is a delusion.
I lick my tongue with a motion
‘Cause I’m already known.
Even if I’m surrounded by smoke
In the confines of a suite room,
I’ll find a convenient way to say
“Goodnight… Goodbye…”
‘Cause I’m already known.
It’s the same night.
If even in a bad dream
I can still meet with you,
That’s the spoon that’s been given to me.
Isn’t it ironic?
This venom is just too sweet.
‘Cause I’m already known.
Even if I’m spit out
In the confines of a suite room,
I’ll keep pulling your hand
To stand beneath the moonlight.
Your poison spoils me.
The feelings I want to tell you are sinful.
Your poison spoils me.
Though they’re pointless… though they can never take flight…
Your poison spoils me.
This worthless body becomes a nest.
Your poison spoils me.
At the mercy of drifting vapor.