I any closer to my ideals in the unnoticeable [bad word] sense I pretended not to recognize

The shout I heard yesterday…

I still don’t know the meaning of
One small drop fallen on this small world
But the feeling painted by the lukewarm crimson
Yes, I…

“Words” of parting I spoke into your beloved chest
Caressed by the soft and dying wind,
it changes to the color of you

The shout I heard yesterday…

One drop fallen on this small world
We still don’t know its meaning
But the feeling painted by the lukewarm crimson
Yes, I…

In the feelings concealed in the depths of my heart are
Your gentle smile and pulse