Close, far away
Should I be glad that I met you so early?
Sink, sink deeply
I would rather live a lonely and lonely life to make you happy
lingering, lingering
I want to tell you that true love is not a fairy tale
Blue is the blue of the clear sky and the dark blue of the deep sea
Red is the embers of fire and the twilight of flying clouds
Black is the whirlpool of the polar night and the taboo apocalypse
I would like to give you pure blue and burning red. Please don't be contaminated by this hopeless darkness.