Hishu no Hanazono~L'adieu avec le passé~

The thorns of the vine are entwined with "you" that are bent

a red dress nice hair ornaments
deceived I was confused by your figure

"are you trembling?", I confort and hold tight your slender shoulders
but what's that smile?

I won't be always in that once tender eyes of yours
the lying tears remain

"dying... of red... of red... of red..."

a sweet scent, this flower resembles you
it goes breaking and setting free and it loves the person that attracts

at midnight, your mouth makes bloom nothing but a poisonous flower
I confort you, even in that moment... even now...

we met by chance in this flower garden of affliction
but the poison is also good, once again your beautiful figure...

If the season I spent with "you" was cancelled from the memory
I wouldn't say that I could not love someone again
If I could forget the memories I have with "you"
together with these tears, also the regret I have in my heart

would flow away