If you suddenly awaken in pure white and everything seems to be so far away Where is this place? Why am I sleeping? Why are you crying? It's so cold, so it must be "ice": I can't move, can't do anything Suppose you didn't know me, to whose lips would you press yours
If you keep letting me be beloved You think I'll rescue you from within your distorted self Anywhere you can't categorize, but most of all from loneliness You say "I want you to keep being mine" That way, you can alter your position and your lies That's what this world is...
Within this world of ice, darkness exists only in me, the one who wanders Within the ever-growing violence of the ill-omened wind
It is not those eyes that protect you, with that freezing stare of "ice" Like a punished kitten on a chain, I just watch you Do you understand what this means? It's more than just a tease, isn't it? Selling your body at a reasonable discount...and here I am next to you
Your tears have yet to fall If you let them, I won't be able to be with you anymore Though it may appear this way, even if they vanish, afterward you'll have no choice but to lose something [1] The radical reality of passion is Once my patronage stops, I can't help but let you die... Bitterly...
Within this world of ice, darkness exists only in me, the one who wanders Within the ever-growing violence of the ill-omened wind
Within this world of ice, darkness exists only in me, the one who wanders Within the ever-growing violence of the ill-omened wind