The moonlight butterfly, with the distant facing controversy, whirls in the air

Vivid to the point of being ridiculous

For a long time, let’s play along with the shedding tree

Let’s dance continuously all through the night

Dry leaves scatter, fluttering beautifully

In this place, he speaks

A dress that conducts devilishness, the heartbeat’s thumping noise reverberates

“Somehow or other, the singer of the trees is an insolent, witty beauty”

One eye spinning to the end

Sketched an arc onto the moonlit night

The mercury lamp, with the distant facing dispute, remains half asleep and half awake

Bewitching to the point of being radiant

For a long time, the playwright hangs his head

Hangs his head all through the night

Scribbling on crumpling scraps of paper

In this place, he sees

The doll with applied cosmetics, a fruit melting like syrup

“Somehow or other, all about the singer of the trees is ugliness”

Ever more, spinning, spinning, spinning

From far away, you were talking about a multitude of incidents

This is the reason why everything becomes more and more bewildering to remember, isn’t it?

Even so, in this multitude of incidents I was considering…

…you, who went along with me,…

…are now, from the bottom of my heart, precious… or so this blind me absolutely believes

The shedding tree, with the distant facing demise, drink together

Florid to the point of being guilty

The weather-beaten skull smiles with a chuckle

Laughs all through the night

When the starry sky glares, time to bare one’s fangs

In this place, the meaning of his existence was destroyed

In this quarrel, strained emotions are split finely

“Somehow or other, so that the singer of the trees won’t be lonely…”

Let’s close our eyes, shall we? And say goodbye to love and feelings and today already

Nestles close, and places the kiss of an oath upon my hand

This last strength is exhausted, my footfalls begin to fail

Everything tied to you is beginning to break, even my lead heart

You must not think harshly, they all for eternity sing…

…in the garden.

La-la-la la-la-la

source : kurage lj