In the swaying heart of dancing, wounded and wrapped
Concealing the name of the flower, knowing and coloring, the indigo peony
In the midst of a journey with no destination
Not lost in dreams
The fleeting encounters that bloom and fall are transient
Yearning thoughts on the road
Now riding, regretting, repeating
A selection of grains of flowers
Yes, hesitating, left and right
A shy made-up face
In the mirror’s reflection, the deep-seated petals are visible
Embracing the fleeting indigo peony
Awakening to a magnificent sight
Depicting the pattern I obtain at the peak, I savor it
Still going, fighting, flipping
Like a mirage
Confessing guilt, sewing up the seams
Kill is decadent beauty
In front of the mirrored reflection, the touching illusion is visible
Embracing the cunning indigo peony
Dyeing and showing transparency
Depicting the scenery I obtain at the peak, I boast of it
In the blue allure of thoughts
Disordered petals, modest form
Awakening, fluttering
(Are you indigo?)
Embracing the fleeting indigo peony
Awakening to a magnificent sight
Depicting the pattern I obtain at the peak, I savor it
Blossoming my modest love
Unwavering, burning