Red...[em]

In the room, hanging on the crimson wall
A rosary and scattered petals, the fragrance lingers but you're not here

On the velvet sofa, with closed eyelids, the ash dream is quietly
A local movie, the meaning of laughter reflected on the screen is you

The crescent lamp still shines red
Goodbye... the scent of beloved Vivian, you appear

Decorated with a thousand masks, the monochrome photo is crying
Only what is visible is everything, there's no reason

Cut down your discomfort wings
It's ingrained
Cut down your discomfort wings
Looking at the unreachable tomorrow

The child sings a hymn to the newly created boundary
Every time you pass by, my heart screams

I won't forget, neither now nor the past nor the future
Only what I believe in will be saved? I'm mocking it

Why can't we be perfect?
Why can't it be?

On the revolving merry-go-round, you wither
In sweaty hands, holding your photo and an ice pick

Cut down your discomfort wings
More freely
Cut down your discomfort wings
The door remains closed