In the dream dead bride ah
you out of the dark hand
to accept the confession of a
world so different and you have to imagine
the moonlight gentle exist only at arm's
insurmountable boundaries of the world
is not a piano you can save
in a dream ah dead bride
helpless tears fetters
pierced the heart of the quiet
that fantasy out of the heart cry
devoid of outside time
living in the darkest of places
, but light hand woven
in a dream the dead bride ah
church bell sound has sounded
tonight is the night lovers killed
that bloody cup of honey syrup
will awaken the spirits of his death
and pay homage to the dead love
bloom aroma filled behind
that bunch of flowers he has nostalgia for
it is not his own
had been taken away lovers
and lovers about to be taken away
and they told her sympathetic eyes
can not utter
her choice to leave
is not simply death
but rebirth butterfly
numerous blue butterflies away from the church
in the bright moonlight
revealed the eternal Smile
"The I Love you, VICTOR"
"But you are not Mine."
Butterfly bride out of the church
behind the dance has been ringing
melodies of white silk in the wind dancing
entrenched a young dreamer and all the endless goodness.
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