The Disease Called Love

In the dreamy moonlight love
Feeling unnecessary and heavenly
Suffering from the sweet expectations of the victim
The doctor hesitates with caregiving machinery
Fate is nowhere to be found
Feeling hidden in the road's imagination
If a fever is detected in both periods
Realizing it should have been paid attention to

Even though there's just a hole in this heart
Even though it's just that difference
Tears seeping into your world
Why don't they seem to dry up?
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love

Now it's a love that's gone bad
Feeling distant and lonely
Wanting to endure the treatment of the perpetrator
The patient realizes the offender
Tying the red string on the shoulder
Feeling suffocated in a dream where necks are tightened
Unable to breathe but unable to dissolve
Superior to anesthesia returning to the essence

Just gently filling the gap in the heart
Even though it's just that difference
No matter which gauze is applied, it can't be changed
Waiting for your warmth
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love

Deceived by beautiful lies
Stuck in flowers that don't match the picture
Even the approaching seasons gently
Change the path like a finale
Foolish in shallow dreams
Struck by an impure disease
A love heart barely breathing
Spell out its sacrifice

The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love
The diagnosis was love