Tonight
Tonight, it has to be you. In the thick woods that can't be penetrated by wind,
Leaves are falling ceaselessly. Tonight both ends of the thread of life and death
Are pulled tight. Your refusal only increases your beauty.
Even your coldest look makes me feel I get what I deserve.The moonlight avoids all the windows.
In your time, my pain is like a fruit with a tightly-wound, clockwork spring
Aching somewhere near your heart.
The woods, which no one passes, are filled with your voice.Tonight, the world is only for us two.
The sky is black and empty.
Tonight, the reason that adds two people together
Is insufficient for us to distinguish left from right or be dependent upon each other.
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