Walking in a scenery I have seen before somewhere else, 
I look up into the sky, where two moons are floating in the darkness. 
In my dream, I am looking for 
the singing voice that I have lost.
I [bad word] to a stop to the brilliant flowers' fragrance. 
On the dried tree branches are the colors of some words in their full bloom. 
Those are the names that I have forgotten, 
the names we had in our youth.
Under the arch of a rainbow, [bad word] upon you, 
knowing that it's a lie, 
knowing that it's a sin. 
In the instant moment when I try to touch you, 
your image will surely dissipate, 
just like your warmth.
At some point, the moon will wane, 
and then wax again. 
My fingers, touching you, are elongating, 
while only my memories remain innocently naive, 
as I [bad word] an adult.

Those brilliant flowers' fragrance has fallen ill before I know it, 
and the more we chase after their meaning, the farther the words escape from us. 
We stay still frightened of 
the presentiment of morning's arrival.
Under the arch of a rainbow, I seize you tightly. 
Both this joy, 
and this grief, 
will soon be forgotten by the two of us, painfully. 
All that's left behind 
is a small scratch mark.

Because I know 
I'm asking for the impossible, 
even if just for an instant moment, 
even if it's a mere mirage, 
I really don't care.
Under the arch of a rainbow, [bad word] upon you, 
knowing that it's a lie, 
knowing that it's a sin. 
In this instant moment when I try to touch you, 
your image will surely dissipate, 
and nothing will be left for me.
Under the arch of a rainbow, 
I seize you tightly. 
embrace you, 
and weep with you in a brief moment. 
Then, everything begins to vanish. 
When I wake up, I'm all alone, 
and the dawn's sky is so painfully red. 
Someone has left 
a small scar on me.
Someone has left 
a small scar on me.

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