You bind me again with your kisses, like a dog that got rid off his chains, the passive me thrown on the bed. It's always you, stealing even my heart and me, silently accepting the bouquet of despair. You don't say "I love you." Even though I know, it's still cruel. Committing the finest taboo that love forgives, I thought that if you held me, I could keep on going. Feed me mouth-to-mouth the bouquet called Despair. I still want to steal you. The two that without knowing a thing shared the bouquet of despair. You don't say "I love you." Even though I know, it's still cruel. Committing the finest taboo that love forgives, I thought that if you held me, I could keep on going. I too will give you the bouquet called Despair. Though everything is forgiven through kind words... A fragrance called Marigold... love's extremity... to me...
8-eit - Zetsubou to iu hanabata wo watashi ni













