Vermillion: We clung to life, but
Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
Because you're much too straightforward
When you can't see your own seat
You seem to simply fold like a wintry branch, and it worries me
That day, you pushed a balled-up scrap of paper on me and ran off
--Remember me--
In the glow of sunset, I traced the letters with my fingers and sobbed
Vermillion: We clung to life, but
Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
Without touching it, I gazed at
That lovely red stuff
That flows from the scratch
I'd made unknowingly
I squatted down as I called your name to the presence outside the window
I mustn't know everything about this world
Even if I were to lose you
Vermillion: The stuff quietly flowing inside of us
Vermillion: Is something redder and more violent than that sky
Something redder and more violent
My throat has started to emerge as excessively parched
The truth that is my wish to live, so strong I want to scream it out
Vermillion: We clung to life, but
Vermillion: We won't think of that as a horrible thing to do
Vermillion: The stuff quietly flowing inside of us
Vermillion: Is something redder and more violent than that sky
Something redder and more violent