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Il m'a dit de ne piquer son coeur qu'avec des roses
As you were absorbed in your thoughts,
You tore my rose apart and then I yelled at you for it
You opened your eyes wide in surprise
Slilently you opened up my hand, and handed back all my feelings
Why do you cherish your dress dear
When you must cherish your youth
If you can't don't hesitate to pick it up If you don't, that flower will be lost
That was, yes, it was Written on a single flower petal...
My memories of that green summer, however
A wish of love was backfired, even so
Now, yes, now, My suspicion is withering me away
Sigre, that person please tell him
My love, that I have not slept once again tonight...
Sigre, please tell my love...
I had tried in vain To stop the water shedding from my eyes
That very water that has picked you away shall..
"pluck the suffering of the fallen flower"
Can't it be un-done? The summernight's dream never ends
I'm wandering deeper and deeper
into my fake reality
On top of the moonlit lake, the light flows and a flower blooms
If I bend a branch to pick a rose
I can smell the pleasent breath of my love
That was, yes, it was Your memory written on a single petal...
But the memory of a green summer
has scattered your young life and so...
Now, yes, now, you no longer exist in this world, do you
Sigre, that person please tell her
my love, that I have not slept once again tonight...
Sigre, please tell my love....