Come, let's forget that future
that is becoming smeared with blood again.
If a warm wind curls into a spiral,
that is probably a sign.
Escape, escape,
from this sorrowful fate.
You are not a flower of hell.
In that kind of place
Don't bloom there, don't bloom there
Don't let them ensnare you.
Shards of time fly by without a sound.
Who is grasping my hand?
Who is stroking my hair?
Now, in the crying sprouts,
I can feel the signal.
Fly away, fly away,
from the wheels of fate.
You are not a flower of hell.
In that kind of place,
don't scatter your petals, don't scatter your petals,
and don't sow your seeds.
Ever-changing karma spreads its seeds once more.
Escape, escape,
from this sorrowful fate.
You are not a flower of hell.
In that kind of place
Don't bloom there, don't bloom there
Don't let them ensnare you.
Shards of time fly by without a sound.
Sat Mar 22, 2014 4:01 pm