Inside the depths of a green forest
A warrior alone is going through
Far away, he hears the faint sound of a flute
Surround, surround, the men I was fond in
It’s been a long time
Release, release, my preys
Until they won’t move anymore
Attracted by the pale, white hand of a girl
He keep going on that way even if there isn’t a path to come back
With the charming ghosts, he forgets even what’s the reality
With a laughing, laud voice that already resounds at its ease
With that elegant look, in ecstasy even if he still hasn’t drank sake
With his hand stretched to the bamboo blind, he abandons himself
Sip, sip, the tender, soft lips
Of mine
Tear, tear, the clothes, the skin,
The entrails, and sleep
The waterweed’s strings flutter, as if they’re entangle him
There, the bubbles on the surface keep going on the whole day
You don’t accept that shape, you’ve already forget a myriad of things
Inside the darkness, a calling voice; your heart wavers
If you try to bring back in reality you’ll recall the hand drum’s sound
Crawling your neck is just like creeping tongues of fire
There will be sorrow in your heart, but even pain is sweet
With this body in agony, a tomorrow won’t come
In this gentle, fake hand you are slowly embraced
The end of the world I see is a red mist