Love  burning-hot lips  you simply needed more 
                                            But  soon as the carnival is over  you then take it your own (slow) pace
                                             
                                             I'm trying to find  the key to set myself free from this maze of love  ahead of you 
                                            The keyword? "Love's weakness" 
                                            Who's exposed to having that will win  ...so futile
                                             
                                             I threw  a ripe-red tomato   
                                            At the white, pristine wall  and cried a little 
                                            What flowed down from my eyes  were probably the memories 
                                            Goodbye, would you please, my boy?
                                             
                                             Even though it's as simple as saying goodbye 
                                            This moebius (ring) of a heart 
                                            Still can't find the answer 
                                            It's a great mystery
                                             
                                             So baffling...  love is egotistical  you love and you hate at the same time 
                                            Why does it commit you to do such cruelty  just to get the thing that you want?
                                             
                                             This jigsaw puzzle is so random that  pieces are missing from the map to paradise
                                             
                                             And the names of those pieces are 
                                            Sympathy, and true pride  ...it hurts me
                                             
                                             I threw  a ripe-red tomato   
                                            At the white, pristine wall  and cried a little 
                                            What flowed down from my eyes  were probably the memories 
                                            Goodbye, would you please, my boy?
                                             
                                             Even though it's as simple as saying goodbye 
                                            This moebius (ring) of a heart 
                                            Still can't find the answer 
                                            It's a great mystery
                                             
                                             Our bound souls  are probably up there amongst the blue of the sky 
                                            If you found them  give me a sign 
                                            A big bright sun just for me  ...it's beautiful
                                             
                                             I threw  a ripe-red tomato   
                                            At the white, pristine wall  and cried a little 
                                            What flowed down from my eyes  were probably the memories 
                                            Goodbye, would you please, my boy?
                                             
                                             Even though it's as simple as saying goodbye 
                                            This moebius (ring) of a heart 
                                            Still can't find the answer 
                                            It's a great mystery
                                             
                                             So long, boy!