Sonata

Where is the blood that becomes the beautiful wine that stirs the sonata
The heartbeat overlaid with the sound of hooves starts to dance

Driven mad by desires that filled my days and nights
I was saved by the melody played by those hands

Now, my friend, when this hunt is over
Tell me the secret of that power

Do you mean to say that you won't sit down
For the sake of the one you loved
He said, 'A beautiful melody will replace blood'
Ah, like a fate that doesn't reflect in the mirror
I, still young and inexperienced

Because I am an aesthete who doesn't yet know how to love
I will end up drinking the blood that burns so hot
The teachings of my great friend, he has already

Because I am an aesthete who doesn't yet know how to love
I cannot replace the blood that melts red
Because I don't know how to kill well, being an aesthete
I will even drink up the love that burns so hot