In fact, the moment I saw you, maybe God had already destined you.
That year, the fragrance is like you. That year, I was as beautiful as you.
Lotus leaves cover the lotus pond, and lotus flowers stand tall.
Oh, that must be a...
How to say? Are you bothering me?
Oh... How wonderful it all is.
That year, I loved you. That year, you loved him.
At night, a gentle breeze ripples through the woods.
You will hear that rustling sound, like fingers flying on the piano keys.
The song played, the song I haven't finished singing.
Maybe it won't be like this in the end, god damn it.
That year, the fragrance is like you. That year, I was as beautiful as you.
The setting sun stretches my back, like the long shadow of your black hair.
The pace masks the songs of the underground, the sounds of heartbreak.
It was broken like music, and there was glass all over the floor.
It's all still wonderful.
That year, I loved her. That year, you loved me.
It smells like blood, with a hint of sweetness.
Licking lips, bright red color, with the most primitive emotions.
Sing out the most primitive impulse and enjoy the last moment of joy.