We are children of errors, lost black sheep.
It’s just me,
Believing that
Your transformed profile was the truth
In the depths of my heart, even though I knew it was a lie
Ah, the ugly loneliness
It’s like an illusion, a deception
I hate the clock’s hands, I can’t stand them
Please, with more of those ecstatic lies
Make me feel at ease right now
Please, tightly with that fantasy
Dye my heart crimson, crimson, crimson
There is no regret
I don’t understand
More than luxurious dresses
Even trivial memories are brilliant
Even if they shine, they will fade someday
Ah, it suits me well
Even if it’s a counterfeit, an imitation
I was happy with you until now
Please, quickly
Keep this reality away from me
Please, tightly with that crime
Show me dreams forever and ever
Please, let me panic more
Pierce me strongly
Please, tightly with that fantasy
Dye my heart crimson, crimson, crimson
There is no regret
We are children of errors, lost black sheep, linked like a rosary.