Unsullied

Not willing to be stained, how to deal with it, how to wish for it
The flowers in the heart cry, the moment is gone and won't return
But wish to return to the past, to turn back time, to not let this heart fly away
In a drunken conversation with you, a moment of drunkenness

Not willing to be stained, how to deal with it, how to wish for it
The flowers in the heart cry, the moment is gone and won't return
Recalling the past, the pain comes back, this heart is not flying away
Wish after wish, life without regrets, although the flowers are far away

A drunken conversation, a moment of drunkenness
A thought returns, but life without regrets
A scene of spring and autumn, constantly disappearing, the flowers are flying away
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment

Not willing to be stained, how to deal with it, how to wish for it
The flowers in the heart cry, the moment is gone and won't return
Recalling the past, the pain comes back, this heart is not flying away
Wish after wish, life without regrets, although the flowers are far away

A drunken conversation, a moment of drunkenness
A thought returns, but life without regrets
A scene of recalling, constantly disappearing, the flowers are flying away
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment

Wish for this continuous moment not to be in sorrow
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment
Wish for this continuous moment not to be in sorrow
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment

Wish for this continuous moment not to be in sorrow
In the return of the long-lost wine cup
A drunken conversation, a moment of drunkenness
A thought returns, but life without regrets

A scene of spring and autumn, constantly disappearing, the flowers are flying away
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment
A drunken conversation, a moment of drunkenness
A thought returns, but life without regrets

A scene of recalling, constantly disappearing, the flowers are flying away
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment
A scene of recalling, constantly disappearing, the flowers are flying away
Waiting for the moment to open, at the most drunken moment