Freeze, sleep, the screen has become pitch black Source, unknown, the queen is eternally absent Spell, invalid, the oath will be destroyed Ideals, pathetic, the secret base is already Burning, burning, burning, and turning to ash Burning, burning, burning, and turning to ash
Emergency bell ringing, and everyone is running Delay, lovely, we’re at a loss Isolation, delirium, dancing with the swaying shadows Infinite, silence, the clock’s cold second hand Is turning, turning, turning, and going backwards? Turning, turning, turning
Sadness is still beautiful, never feeling it Just gazing at the withering bouquet But whenever the night like your eyes comes, again A black out, a black out
Don’t go into the inner world Don’t touch the inner space Don’t put out the inner light, inner light, inner light…
Sadness is still beautiful, never feeling it Just gazing at the withering bouquet But whenever the night like your eyes comes, again A black out Outside the window, falling, a piano someone threw out A wish for the coming tomorrow is for a broken world
Now the night like your eyes is upon me A black out, a black out