Once there's a deserted castle At the edge of a wood Crumbled wall and crooked window frame A gust of wind Ashes in the fireplace Rolled up into eddy Old-fashioned music box The melody sounds to my heart
* Shedding sweet smell of ruin Still rang in my ears Recall the last remembrance And the pale profile of the girl Bygone days of romance
The very ordinary scenes and affairs You played in your days People satisfied with the little shares of welfare How can they feel her pain Still blooming these roses I see her evil passion Old-fashioned music box The melody sounds to my heart