Guren (en inglés)

Guren
Crimson Lotus.
Sorry ... after a while, let me sleep with your name.
Us over the past few days
Pain mixed with joy
Both hands reflect that
I cry when I think of you.

There is a rain of sadness
Okay just stay incognito
I shudder at rest, remembered
What did that poor eye?
Do not fade away, dear
Let me hear, even a sigh
A small heartbeat, that is not there
I want to come here!
Unchanging dreams, if this continues
Please do not stop your happiness
Even if you do not need to be called, but
Drown the days are piling over me.
Do not fade away, dear
Let me hear, even a sigh
A small heartbeat, that is not there
I want to come here!
Even the hands of salvation are also uncertain
Will there be a cocoon at intervals of seconds, without the rope being torn?
I want to hear, even a sigh
Small rhythm to the sound of the beat
Delivered the heartfelt prayers
Argue about the name I can not say
Counting on my fingers, I do not want tomorrow to disappear
Listening with ears plugged
The sound of a rocking cradle.

Spring will never come again
The crimson lotus is in bloom.