"If you were a red rose I would transform your thorns to fruit"
Within a deep milk-colored fog There lies a secret forest and lake (At the limits of sunlight) Straight down an unmarked path (In a daydream) We continued walking, and finally arrived
Without anyone to whisper about us We will take hold of the freedom truth brings
If roses bore fruit, what color would it be? If you tried biting into it, I wonder, how would it taste? Among a garden of flowers that never knew the meaning of love We are fruits of the rose
The night that belongs to the wolves draws near Using an abandoned boat as shelter, let us sleep (Upon the straw) Just by feeling your body heat (Bliss) My heart begins to rest at ease
This is an unforgivable love So why don't we stake our lives on it? Somewhere in the world, I am sure Miraculous and unexpected stories exist
Why do the roses bloom here? And when did that fruit begin to grow on them? The unbelievable willpower of the rose protected by thorns Beautiful fruits of the rose
"Did you think it wouldn't bloom? A love that does not flower is not love"
"Now, give that fruit to me! An 'eternity' that no one has ever before tasted…"
"The incarnation of the rose! We are intertwined"
If roses bore fruit, what color would it be? If you tried biting into it, I wonder, how would it taste? Among a garden of flowers that never knew the meaning of love We are fruits of the rose
Why do the roses bloom here? And when did that fruit begin to grow on them? The unbelievable willpower of the rose protected by thorns Beautiful fruits of the rose