YAMATO-NADESHIKO

YAMATO-NADESHIKO

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I know you are feeling something...Do you want my feather?
You know what I mean...Do you want my feather?

I'm a bird on the street, selling fake romance.
Every night I tear the petals of pureness
and throw them into the death river.

Drink all rumors, eat all jealousy.
How many years has passed
while the flower is looking up at the unreachable sky?

Even if the devil burnt down everything, only my sorrow will be left.
Though I can never see my baby, my life goes on in the darkness.

I'm a stupid bird wondering between cold trees.
Maybe there was a girl who dreamed about future there in old days.

My arms are too dirty to hold my baby.
I hate myself every time I remember those purely shined eyes.

Repeat*

There is no difference between love and fake.
Both don't change the taste of money.

The flower season has gone.
Once it died, it never blooms again.

I've lost my flower, the flower of pureness.
It's getting colder and colder night by night.

Good bye my baby, my beautiful flower.