Do not speak yet those incantation-like words, For "love" carries as much weight as a mere feather. Whisper to me in a tenor voice more tender than a father's, If you're prepared to snatch me away.
I am living, in a manner more sweetly fragrant Than having a dream while being buried in a bed of millions of roses. What must I do to be able to flap my wings And fly away unsullied from this world infested with ugly creations. Although I continue pondering alone in my cocoon, The crystalline starry sky is still so faraway from me.
Do not touch me yet with those fearfully trembling fingertips, For a flower snatcher needs to display sweet hesitation. You may touch me, if you have the self-confidence To reach the deep depth of my bosom.
It's not like I believe in things such as a prince on a white horse.
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The purity decorated onto the cracked glass case Is from the hearts of the dying angels. Every time when I awake again, it would be another 100 years passed. I am a sleeping beauty, surrounded by briar, with a sleepless soul. The eroded crown is in a drop of blood. Ah, I think this present reality is the truth.
Do not leave yet this barrier created by the moonlight, For then I might become aware of the mistake I'm making. Wanting to perish enveloped in your calming warmth, Am I truly a sinful girl?
I do not even know yet the meaning behind my softly flowing tears.
Do not speak yet those incantation-like words, For "love" weighs as heavy as metal chains. Whisper to me in a tenor voice more tender than a father's, If you're prepared to snatch me away.
Make your oath now, with those trembling lips And the excitement of a hunter who gathers nectar. You may sweep me away, if you have the courage To pierce me all the way through the bottom of my bosom.
My dear, once you've captured me, make sure never to let go of me.
Do not speak yet those incantation-like words, For "love" carries as much weight as a mere feather. Whisper to me in a tenor voice more tender than a father's, If you're prepared to snatch me away.
I am living, in a manner more sweetly fragrant Than having a dream while being buried in a bed of millions of roses. What must I do to be able to flap my wings And fly away unsullied from this world infested with ugly creations. Although I continue pondering alone in my cocoon, The crystalline starry sky is still so faraway from me.
Do not touch me yet with those fearfully trembling fingertips, For a flower snatcher needs to display sweet hesitation. You may touch me, if you have the self-confidence To reach the deep depth of my bosom.
It's not like I believe in things such as a prince on a white horse.
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The purity decorated onto the cracked glass case Is from the hearts of the dying angels. Every time when I awake again, it would be another 100 years passed. I am a sleeping beauty, surrounded by briar, with a sleepless soul. The eroded crown is in a drop of blood. Ah, I think this present reality is the truth.
Do not leave yet this barrier created by the moonlight, For then I might become aware of the mistake I'm making. Wanting to perish enveloped in your calming warmth, Am I truly a sinful girl?
I do not even know yet the meaning behind my softly flowing tears.
Do not speak yet those incantation-like words, For "love" weighs as heavy as metal chains. Whisper to me in a tenor voice more tender than a father's, If you're prepared to snatch me away.
Make your oath now, with those trembling lips And the excitement of a hunter who gathers nectar. You may sweep me away, if you have the courage To pierce me all the way through the bottom of my bosom.
My dear, once you've captured me, make sure never to let go of me.