My heart is a piano
The small bird of the clockwork
It seems to have sung
The song of painful love too much
I gently strike it and it breaks
My fingers are a sewing machine
The beads add a border around the heart
But the red thread is always
Getting twisted, tangled, and broken off
And the weight of love gets entwined again and again
However, like silk
I wrap it up
It is the best all over the world
You want it
But nobody else needs it anymore
My body is still
A pair of puzzles that will be changed
Please take its fragments of love
And connect them together
In this place, it is said that
You are the answer
As I quietly pucker my lips
Please teach me
Until my eyes
Erase everything
Just for today
The small bird of the clockwork
It seems to have sung
The song of painful love too much
I gently strike it and it breaks
My fingers are a sewing machine
The beads add a border around the heart
But the red thread is always
Getting twisted, tangled, and broken off
And the weight of love gets entwined again and again
However, like silk
I wrap it up
It is the best all over the world
You want it
But nobody else needs it anymore
My body is still
A pair of puzzles that will be changed
Please take its fragments of love
And connect them together
In this place, it is said that
You are the answer
As I quietly pucker my lips
Please teach me
Until my eyes
Erase everything
Just for today