Until your distress sleeps…Fill me up with your grief Hello... dear my bride, what are you looking at? Those eyes can't even find the butterflies scattered about the floor. What you want to forget is that too-white distress, but the scars that persuade you to believe won't go away. Dance, dance, you dance even as you sleep. The tears won't stop... Your voice dies, and your lips fall into your weakly-shaking hands. Hello... dear my bride, your footsteps are burning. Things like the buzzing in your ears are becoming necessity. The breath you unconsciously let out runs along your skin, and you smile at your shy, trembling blade... What you want to forget is that too-white distress, but the scars that persuade you to believe won't go away. In the thinning dream, what's reflected is the now that you can't wake up to... sadness, also. If you will answer me that this is the truth, I don't mind hurting. Don't forget: I was captivated by you who knows pain. Bid me goodnight here. Dance, dance, until you can sleep. The tears won't stop... Every time you close off your heart with nothingness, you seem to wither away. In the thinning dream, even the sadness sings "Just once more." If you will just answer me yourself, I don't mind hurting... In this dream that needs to end, our goodbye is blooming.