Everyday is filled with a boredom known as tranquility
that eats into every corner of my body.
Every night is an over gratifying paradise
that spews out lies and desires.
*The reality I seek is out of my reach.
So I indulge in nearby comforts.
Touch me deeper. If you keep touching me
"You should become good at it."
This broken paradise embraces its beautiful destruction.
Touch me closer. My bare heart,
"Let me show it to you."
Ah, a moonlight that's turned crimson.
Everyday I search for a reason to go on living
because my life doesn't feel real.
Every night, with no other way to escape,
unable to breathe, I fall into the dark depths.
Trusting only my unmistakable heartbeats,
I abandon all other meaningless emotions.
Touch me passionately. If you can keep struggling
"You should become good at it."
Rotten fruits tempt us with their secret sweet honey.
Touch me like you mean it. This fallen world,
"I will show it to you."
Ah, a moonlight that's turned crimson.
*Repeat
"I will show it to you."
Moonlight