If...

Even in this moment of lies, I felt you as you are, soaked...
Leaving a scent on the suspiciously slipping traces...

Even if that night continues to be closed off, there is no change in the sweetness I touched
The entwined fingertips give a crumbling premonition, showing an endless destination...

Even in this moment of lies, I felt you as you are, soaked...
Leaving a scent on the suspiciously slipping traces...