The arcs that the waves draw on the surface of the shining water
Are softy scattering about
And when the water lilies close
It is because they are invited by sweet slumber
As time begins to stop in this blue marsh
I heard the sound of wet footsteps
That person has blue eyes
Like two glasses coloured by the water
They draw me in and I fall
And just like the duckweeds, we coldly become entwined
Nothing is moving, as if there's nothing else here at all
My wet fingertips are gently slipping
Its body becomes transparent
As it seems to begin to float
A nymphaea
Its bud is no longer sleeping
And I am embraced by the waves
Even if I awaken, the sounds will still remain
This is a painfully sweet nightmare
The marshland begins to disappear
And in a sunny spot in the afternoon
The flowers of the nymphaea
Have bloomed
But only one
Is so very crimson
Are softy scattering about
And when the water lilies close
It is because they are invited by sweet slumber
As time begins to stop in this blue marsh
I heard the sound of wet footsteps
That person has blue eyes
Like two glasses coloured by the water
They draw me in and I fall
And just like the duckweeds, we coldly become entwined
Nothing is moving, as if there's nothing else here at all
My wet fingertips are gently slipping
Its body becomes transparent
As it seems to begin to float
A nymphaea
Its bud is no longer sleeping
And I am embraced by the waves
Even if I awaken, the sounds will still remain
This is a painfully sweet nightmare
The marshland begins to disappear
And in a sunny spot in the afternoon
The flowers of the nymphaea
Have bloomed
But only one
Is so very crimson