I want you to love me right down to my mother-of-pearl bones I'll bite into the white porcelain nape of your neck and attach myself to you. The color of the rain as well as the scattering flowers You told me about all of them. The song of love, and the shaking flickering sound as well. You deceived me about all of them. At this rate While the moon remains, unsinking I hope you'll disappear into the rain at night. In my eyes, that have turned to ash I want you to admire the blooming flowers again.