Where is the blood that turns into fine wine, arouses the sonata
It starts to dance, the heartbeats overlapped with the sound of gallop
I went mad with desire and I did nothing but poaching
I was rescued by a melody played by those hands
So, my friend if this hunt end
Please teach me the secret of your power
Do you say that I can't s** (blood) anymore?
For the sake of human people that I loved?
He told me "beautiful melodies will take place of the blood"
Ah like the fate, that isn't reflected in the mirror
I'm inexperienced and unripe
Because I'm an aestheticist, unconscious of the ways to love
I end up drinking up the blood that burns hotly
The advice of the friend that is beyond greatness...he's too late for those ears
Because I'm an aesthe
Ticist, unconscious of the ways to love
I can't be able to substitute the blood that dissolve red
Because I'm an aestheticist, unconscious of the ways to k**
I end up drinking up even the love that burns hotly