Dancing in the overflowing wind,
the desert in the palm of my hand is
where my thoughts are.
The flickering gold
of the sinking sun
burns everything
I see.
Don't say anything anymore.
I can't hear.
Well, only the whisper of my once-trembling heart,
far away...
You smile,
and become a dazzling shadow
beyond these arms of mine.
Hotter than the scorched sands,
tears flow
from my heart.
Before the sky burns itself out,
I want to know:
what kind of place
is that shining bird returning to?
Don't say anything any more.
I can't hear.
Well, only the whisper of my once-trembling heart,
growing farther way...
If someday I am reincarnated,
I will become the flame that protects you,
then, never again...