A soft branch slowly touches my arm.
My dry eyes see an early evening.
I stood up, and my view was distorted again.
I opened a heavy door.
The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky.
Impure blood runs around my body.
Run! Don't look anywhere. You've thrown away your white shoes.
I feel cold somewhat,
Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond!
And I feel cold somewhat.
A pointed branch slowly touches my arm.
My dry eyes see an early evening.
I stood up, and my view was distorted again.
I closed a heavy door.
The dirty letter is flying beyond the sky.
Impure blood runs around my body.
Run! Don't look anywhere. You've thrown away your white shoes.
I feel cold somewhat,
Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond!
Maybe your face looks tired.
(Run! Don't) look anywhere. You've thrown away your white shoes.
I feel cold somewhat,
Reach your arm, toward a bit beyond!
And I feel cold somewhat.
