A, B, C, D, E, F, G. My worries stack up like bricks
The inside of my head is hidden behind the backlight
Thinking, intoxicated, even if I tug on the blooms of faith in my dreams
My escapism takes me to Kowloon in the middle of a sensitive night
The dead flowers watch as I pass by
My faint memories are smoothly slipping away
I lean against the wall of night
Where the moon has fallen and the rooster has crowed
Melancholy, burning away this trivial everyday life
I want to cut it off and give it to you now
A, B, C, D. In this room, watched over by thе moon's light
You and I together, let's dancе the quadrille!
A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Hey, hey, hey, hey, save me!
A melancholic dance in the mind
Thinking "mayday," even if I tug on the blooms of love in my dreams
The ABC's of escapism: I'm surrounded by concrete walls
Words are peeled away from a withered blossom
Which means that my heart's laid bare
I cried and shook, wore myself out, then got used to it
The full moon sank and disappeared
My heart, burned up with regrets, is falling away
It's all in my head, even the fact that I'm crying right now is just my imagination
A, B, C, D. In this room where I'm bidding the moon goodbye
I want to pluck a withered rose and give it as a bouquet
Melancholy, burning away this trivial everyday life
I want to cut it off and give it to you now
A, B, C, D. In this room, watched over by the moon's light
You and I together, let's dance the quadrille!
(Alt. Title(s): Mourning Glow Sensitivity)