My life like a...
like a withered petal
my betrayal
for one night, I kissed my youth goodbye
beauty must die
Though, I run against the dark
sure, I'll moan about old times
though, the clock outlives our hearts
still, I hope I shall not die
At final dusk, silvery hair becoming dust
Seasons blew me away before my mind grows old
and merciless noise of the clock took off my crown
but emptiness might be my new golden home
my last golden home...
Though, I run against the dark
sure, I'll moan about old times
though, the clock outlives our hearts
still, I hope I shall not die