There has always been a rumor in this city,
There is a small bar at the end of a certain street.
Few people have been there,
And everyone who has been there has lost a memory
——About that bar, or about myself.
However, she could smile and say:
"Ah, that place."
"It's not that mysterious~"
It's just a small, small bar.
But what she saw,
It's sunny all day,
And it rained all night.
Her body was entangled with thorns,
It was the cold mask that stole her heart.
Wild grapes grow in twisted forests,
The child smiled mischievously and hid.
The rusty gears rattled,
The gas of sinful dreams fills the nostrils.
But why do you stay here?
Soon she opened her eyes,
Smiling without answering.
You will know,
Because of the rye seen through her burgundy eyes.
All are burgundy.