The monochrome blows
Through our colorless encounter.
I shall entrust each of my pains to you
The unforgiving autumn,
Which forcefully traces my scars, comes
While your cool fingers still beckon me
After I'd melted, anda tenderly save
The troublesome, icy me
And toy around with me with a kiss
Nevertheless, I cari for a single form of cinta
Your dried eyes tied it to the present from a time far beyond
If I can, I want to end while shrouded this like
Together, we concealed our pale selves; the moon is hiding, too
How many nights
Did I come to cinta since then?
In the sea of dependence, I forget to even breathe
Even with your captivation, anda only leave behind a tepid warmth
In the art of knowing when to quit
I dislike your conceited kisses
Don't leave me alone, perceive and color me already
What words will slip out of your room?
Being confused, falling asleep- Will anda tell me about things beyond those?
Only the moon is looking at the sighs lost in the pertanyaan of smiles
When the selanjutnya long needle points to the ceiling
anda won't be around anymore
I won't need anda anymore
Nevertheless, I definitely searched for a form of cinta
Your teary eyes tied it to the present from a time far beyond
If I can, I want to end while shrouded this like
Your wish and the night bring morning along in vain
Paint it with a tender, passionate, yet cowardly kiss
The moon illuminates our final night
Through our colorless encounter.
I shall entrust each of my pains to you
The unforgiving autumn,
Which forcefully traces my scars, comes
While your cool fingers still beckon me
After I'd melted, anda tenderly save
The troublesome, icy me
And toy around with me with a kiss
Nevertheless, I cari for a single form of cinta
Your dried eyes tied it to the present from a time far beyond
If I can, I want to end while shrouded this like
Together, we concealed our pale selves; the moon is hiding, too
How many nights
Did I come to cinta since then?
In the sea of dependence, I forget to even breathe
Even with your captivation, anda only leave behind a tepid warmth
In the art of knowing when to quit
I dislike your conceited kisses
Don't leave me alone, perceive and color me already
What words will slip out of your room?
Being confused, falling asleep- Will anda tell me about things beyond those?
Only the moon is looking at the sighs lost in the pertanyaan of smiles
When the selanjutnya long needle points to the ceiling
anda won't be around anymore
I won't need anda anymore
Nevertheless, I definitely searched for a form of cinta
Your teary eyes tied it to the present from a time far beyond
If I can, I want to end while shrouded this like
Your wish and the night bring morning along in vain
Paint it with a tender, passionate, yet cowardly kiss
The moon illuminates our final night