Far, far away, in the faint darkness that stretches to the other side
I used to hate loneliness
Weakly, weakly, a dull pain throbs
Transforming into lingering orange
An awkward extension of breath, I wanted freedom
A faint, faint moth light, a dream from yesterday
Running against love, a transparent voice laughs
It must be difficult to carry an angel and run away
Dozens of sorrows and undulations spread below the drunken eyes
From memories suddenly dripping down
They will rot away
Deep, deep, pierced grievances and sidelong glances
I used to hate reason
Weakly, weakly, that throbbing light
Invaded by black mist, you laugh
Endless dream
Adorn the remaining loneliness with a ridiculous lie
Even if it dirties the faintly smiling vacant eyes
Stained by love, the night blurs, a transparent voice laughs
I’m tired of carrying everything and running away
The lingering smell of decay, the sky I looked up to, hey, it won’t stop
The angel distorted on the gallows is screaming again
If I’m filled with an expressionless singing voice, I won’t wake up anymore
Even memories I clung to many times
Will rot away