Lyric

On the Twilight Door, a screen reflecting today, The sun sets, looking so weary and tired

A parody I instinctively search for with my fingertips, Sometimes, it's a feeling without any conversation. A cinema like reading an old book, A garland decorating this dreary room

The sky is wide, the way we call it whimsical

For the night of the two of us, just the two of us, a colored time arrives, For the morning of the one of us, just all alone, a beautiful rose is suitable

A favorite melody begins with the sound of the wind, A secretive tune that no one else knows. When thin lines connect, the time turns sepia, Moments recalling an innocent past

Distant memories with only a few colors, Scars on the wall that form an outline. A glass filled with strong Gin, overflowing with the past, A monument that engraves the time of a smile

I walk through a town that could be anywhere, so ordinary

For the night of the two of us, just the two of us, a colored time arrives, For the morning of the one of us, just all alone, a beautiful rose is suitable

For the night of the two of us, just the two of us, a colored time arrives, For the morning of the one of us, just all alone, a beautiful rose is suitable