The moon hangs above my head like a knife, reminding me what I should do before I die
The night swallows up the light, and the fact that I am about to die reminds me of what I should do before I die.
I want to see you, I want to touch you, time flies, reminding me what I hide
The sky is as barren as a desert, reminding me that I have never tried
The bloody and salty vast ocean reminds me what I should do before I die
I just want to see you, I just want to touch you, I just want to feel you, I just want to talk to you
The cold setting sun, the dry sky, the bloody and salty ocean, everything is not over yet...