In the corner of this deserted house's garden
One of the roses is withering
The odor of the ghosts
Are wakening up to the day's past
The revealed words of that person
One by one, they dye my heart
They don't know impurity, like a maiden
And I believed it all
The leaves' shadow will soon die
As it is covered in the remains of love
All lined up, in the ground
Now, it's gently touching my fingers
The red thorns hurt even more
My pain grows more sorrowful
The sublime last time of resistance
Forgetting all about the woman
Vividly, the dream asks
Just like running blood
The leaves' shadow will soon rot
Only its traces faintly shake
All lined up, in the darkness
Forevermore, the one leaf
Of the rose will die in your heart
The odor of the ghosts
Embrace the memories and are fragrant
Sweetly, sweetly
In order for me
To paint the sorrow
One of the roses is withering
The odor of the ghosts
Are wakening up to the day's past
The revealed words of that person
One by one, they dye my heart
They don't know impurity, like a maiden
And I believed it all
The leaves' shadow will soon die
As it is covered in the remains of love
All lined up, in the ground
Now, it's gently touching my fingers
The red thorns hurt even more
My pain grows more sorrowful
The sublime last time of resistance
Forgetting all about the woman
Vividly, the dream asks
Just like running blood
The leaves' shadow will soon rot
Only its traces faintly shake
All lined up, in the darkness
Forevermore, the one leaf
Of the rose will die in your heart
The odor of the ghosts
Embrace the memories and are fragrant
Sweetly, sweetly
In order for me
To paint the sorrow