My passion has now gotten colder than
The tears I was supposed to have shed
I can deceive myself better than anyone else can
I held the power for it
How often had I tried to say important things
But the breath I inhaled got stuck partway through my chest?
What sort of words should I impart to you?
The voice I spat out always got interrupted partway
At some point, we passed through the midsummer afternoon
And shouldered the darkness
Inside that weak light, by just fumbling around,
We tried to do everything well
Let's unite your wishes and my lies together
And kiss to pledge eternity on a June night
And then, let's paint a golden moon in a night sky
Collecting only the light that I can
Collecting the light . . .
Even if there's no light in my future
Even if, somewhere, someone's laughing at me
Even if your tomorrow twists into something ugly
Even if we're never able to regain our purity
Even if there's no golden moon shining in the night