A pure red moonlight hang bigly on my head The rain falls, 25hours The night's moon is at the sky's peak
Dark, dark, filled with familiar sighs one by one. Like that, love doesn't wave I, like a broken weathercock.
This night is beautiful, isn't it? Let it blossom Inside this RITHM who shakes us let's have the dream, illusion of dancing under the skycrapers.
Suck on this heart, your words like a floating leaf, I, like a shadow, search this You waiting like PETER PAN
It seems a fable, isn't it? It doesn't seem REAL, right? This century, let's have the dream, illusion of dancing together this last big love, under the skycrapers.
The heart unlike a flower asks for a place to throw himself Because he's with you, he feels more and more alone. People with love become afraid, is this a lie? So at this point, I am not afraid