I am a fox who has been practicing for a thousand years. A thousand years of practice. A thousand years of loneliness.
In the dead of night, someone can hear me crying
In dimly lit places, can someone see me dancing?
I am a fox waiting for a thousand years. A thousand years of waiting. A thousand years of loneliness.
In the rolling world of mortals, who has sown the poison of love? In the vast sea of people, who has drunk the poison of love?
When I loved you, you were penniless and studying hard
When I left you, you were on the gold list and the bridal chamber was decorated with flowers.
Can I dance for you again? I am the white fox you released thousands of years ago.
Look at the fluttering clothes, the fluttering clothes, the oaths of eachother have turned into nothingness
Can I dance for you again, just for that moment of review when you were leaving?
Look at the fluttering clothes. The fluttering clothes will turn into nothingness forever.