Your fingertips can touch the place where flowers bloom
If you admire them
A deep fragrance
Submerged in memories
All the moreso
If called a love
With flowers
Even if I say the word casually
I want to continue to sing your name
In my heart
It's beautifully lonely
Like a piece of poetry
I hope for anything, while dreaming
But I'm still content
For I have my day-to-day
Even darkness
Can be golden honey
That sweet voice
In the back
Imprisons me
Even if try for a casual smile
In my heart, I continue to gaze intently
At your eyes
A painted love
Like one picture
From the moment I was born,
My aimless thoughts will
Turn into rose-colored ashes,
Won't they?
Until the curtains descend,
I am insane
The dancer who wore red shoes
You feel at all times
That you are left to dance alone.
If you admire them
A deep fragrance
Submerged in memories
All the moreso
If called a love
With flowers
Even if I say the word casually
I want to continue to sing your name
In my heart
It's beautifully lonely
Like a piece of poetry
I hope for anything, while dreaming
But I'm still content
For I have my day-to-day
Even darkness
Can be golden honey
That sweet voice
In the back
Imprisons me
Even if try for a casual smile
In my heart, I continue to gaze intently
At your eyes
A painted love
Like one picture
From the moment I was born,
My aimless thoughts will
Turn into rose-colored ashes,
Won't they?
Until the curtains descend,
I am insane
The dancer who wore red shoes
You feel at all times
That you are left to dance alone.