The tip of my eyebrows is your perfume. A dangerous ambiguity like a secret language.
I don't care who you are. Then I'll just fall down with you.
Foul love is too weird. Give me a chance to confess. Sweat flows through my earlobes, tempting who's snake's tail.
You are the original sin of my love, the rose that surges from my chest, the tingling sweetness tattooed on my heart.
Punish the rose that I love so much that I can never get close to her. Isn't the taste of taboo beautiful?
Indescribable experience, like Adam growing wisdom
Why do you care who I am? Don't be obscure and turn into ashes together.
You are the original sin of my love, the rose that surges from my chest, the tingling sweetness tattooed on my heart.
Punish the rose I love so much that I dare not touch it. The taste of taboo is even more beautiful.