Spring is bright and dreamy, yet it hurts
Hiding my resolution in my heart, I smile
I can see, I can see
The disgrace I know all too well
The endless corridor
Goes on, goes on
Ah, the bird who has eaten the red fruit cries
Its mouth and its body
Are stained the color of sin...
The truth is always cruel
It makes me want to shut my ears and eyes to it
Believe that this song will always reach someone
And we'll make a miracle bloom
In this dry ground
The crooked, creaking gear
Revolves, revolves
I fall, I fall
From here to where?
Ah, the fruit of sin ripens; a voice calls in the night
My wings and my heart
Are stained the color of wrongdoing...
Were those tranquil days an illusion?
Each and every one of us beckons our destruction
Believe that we'll someday overcome this fate of death
And tonight, too, we'll make a dream bloom
Watered with spilled blood
Ah, the voice that asks me the reason for my existence returns
That moon and that promise
Are stained the color of darkness
The truth is always cruel
It makes me want to shut my ears and eyes to it
Believe that this song will always reach someone
And we'll make a miracle bloom
In this dry ground
Watered with spilled blood
Spring is bright and warm, yet it hurts
Spring passes by, spring passes by, and soon the time will be ripe