Give back my memories.
Only the cold memories will do.
To the point where the city freezes over.
Return the cold memories.
Subzero daily life, blue-black sighs, the sky is sad.
Getting too close, I was embarrassed and hid.
Teach me the old spell-only the ruin spell will do.
Conversations are becoming cursed; teach me the ruin spell.
A presence too heavy, street trees about to spill over.
Ah, so sad.
Too heavy, I hid a smirk.
"The journey needs a companion; the world is mercy, Oh Sun God,"
"Where is that person whose whereabouts are unknown now?"
A prince riding a tiger-horse.
He said there is no fate.
Crouching, a smirk on my lips, the ceiling closes in.
Let me hear superficial lines.
Only melancholic lines will do.
To the point of blowing away sobs.
Tell me melancholic lines.
A despair so laughable, a pointless restlessness.
I want to go far away.
Led astray, I walked, sobbing.
With sighs mixed in, I grew exhausted and overflowed.
Too heavy, I hid a smirk.
Getting too close, I was embarrassed and hid.