Your wound, tracing with my lips
stabbing the broken pieces of dreams
hidden in your chest. The knife of romance
pushing against the flesh of sanity

Torn by a kiss, helplessly in the middle of the night

*You are the last romantist
pierced from the bottom of my heart
DARLING
wounded by only the number of love
I want to find the reminiscence of angels

Your words have no purpose if they're dead
time freezes but my thoughts continue
lovely false predictions of defeat
a password to open paradise

I feel safe in the solitude of peaceful sleep

+You are
the lost child romantist
burn it all with your frozen heart
DARLING
I wanna feel the number of kisses
raining are the angels' tears